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"It must be ravenous." It was morning I was eating yet another serving of cold chips this time from a dog bowl.
Damon had left the night before not long after midnight , after cleaning the remains of squished chips from his I was blindfolded, as the two of them walked and smoked a cigar each. They made it clear how much they enjoyed taunting me with the fact that I was unable to see their cocks, or taste either the cum or the ash. I knew it was coming but it was still a shock when they ground their cigars out on each of my shoulders.
I had slept on the floor outside Sir Michael's bedroom, my arms and legs shackled. I was woken twice to serve as a urinal. I remained silent but was grateful at being actively used and being able to taste him.
I was still on the floor when the door bell rang, Sir Michael kicked me on his way to answer it, and kicked me on his return. "Come on say good morning" Damon was back dressed in work clothes. It was an odd mix smart trousers and shirt, but heavy work boots. As I turned to get only knees, he let a ball of spit fall on his work boots.
"Go on lick it off, you'll be tasting that boot again later.I'll be win a building site all day Do I have time for a cuppa" As Sir Michael and Damon drank their team I continued to lick the work boots, salivating at the thought that I would be working hard later to clean off a day's worth of dirt.
As I licked my chain was pulled, lifting me so I was level Damon's crotch. "Tea goes right through me and the building site's over an hour away. Unzip me"
It was an odd sensation being allowed to unzip, it was almost as if I was being given a semblance of control, I reached over I loosened his belt unzipped and pulled out his dick. Without any other instruction, direct or otherwise I took it into my mouth and waited. It wasn't long before if filled my mouths I knew that Damon wouldn't be pleased if any of it spilled and went over his trousers. The way I concentrated on ensuring every drop was eagerly swallowed it was as if my life depended on it.
I was so eager to please I hadn't realised that his dick was softening and that the last drop of piss had been long emptied into my gullet. Sir Michael slapped my head "Oi bitch, you can let go now."
He pulled me off, "Don't worry, my bladder is still full" Without any ceremony he shoved his dick into my mouth.
"See you later, I'll have more idea of what's planned then." My head had been forced rightist his groin, as I heard the front door close as Damon left the flat. I was patiently waiting for more a hit of Sir Michael's tasty acrid piss when he pulled back, he pointed his dick at me "Show me how much you want this. But don't you dare touch my cock.
I watch as the golden stream spurted out and I moved forward gasping as I tried to catch it in my mouth. It was like a fountain, some hit the spot, some splashed on me but some, far too much hit the floor. I ignored the latter , trying to swallow and taste as much as possible. I knew that If for any reason I wasn't destined to be Master's slave, I would choose to be Sir Michael's urinal slave.
He flicked the final drop contemptuously in my face. Before he had an opportunity to speak or say anything else I was on all fours licking the piss that had fallen in the kitchen tiles.
After ten minutes he spoke "That's enough. I've got work to do. So have you. Get to the bathroom now" I scuttled into the bathroom, he was immediately behind me. "I've got two hours worth of meetings before I get another chance to properly use you. I want to see this spotless. So clean that what ever the surface you will be able to eat off it. And believe me, if I find a dirty surface you will be eating off it. Understand?"
"Yes Sir. " "By the way If I hear a single squeak from you other than the sound of scrubbing, you'll be in trouble. But just to make sure." He threw a ball gag at me. "You know what's coming up don't you"
The next two hours were spent in almost total silence. The only noise was from my scrubbing, and the occasional swear word that came from Sir Michael as he worked. The air filled with more cigar smoke.It was a frustrating job as the ball gag meant I was almost constantly drooling, so no sooner had a surface been cleaned it was covered in my saliva. I was however pleased with the final result when I heard Sir Michael's foot steps approach.
He pushed my head back and unfastened the ball gag, a river of drool fell to the floor. As I bent down to lick it up Sir Michael added to it with his own spit. He examined my work as I licked up the mix of my and his saliva.
"You annoying cunt, it's spotless. I'm going to have to think of a reward now instead of a punishment. Get into the lounge"
I silently knelt waiting for him to join me, drool was slipping through the ball gag down in to my chest. Thirty minutes later he joined me. He had taken off his trousers, and slipped into a pair of knee length boots.
"Treat time. Do you know what this is " He lifted his ashtray and held it in front of me. I muffled an inaudible response. "Let me tell you the ash from the cigars I've smoked since yesterday, and four loads of cum. All mixed up, and it's going to be your elevenses."
He pulled off the ball gag, and spat my mouth. "Thank you Sir" Ignoring Sir Michael sat down, pulled on a glove and mixed the ash and offered me his finger I took it, without hesitating and began suck. "Tasty?" "Yes Sir"
He laughed as he began to spread the content of the ashtray along the length of the boot. "Get eating" I got down on the floor and began to lick."Like that Boy?" "Yes Sir" I replied my tongue was still stuck to the leather, if I was told that my diet for the rest of my life was going to be a mix of ash and cum, I would have been happy.
I was briefly pulled away from the boot as a shower of spit covered the ash cum mix. The added seating made it even more of a desirable meal. I finally licked the final speck from the leather. I looked up at Sir Michael. "You want more don't you?" I didn't say a word but my eyes must have said yes. "
He showed me the ashtray there was still some left. He scooped it up in one hand and massaged it both gives. He presented both to me. "Get going" I spent the next ten fifteen minutes licking every single centimetre of the gloved fellating each finger , darting the tongue between each one, and squeezing with happiness as he pressed each hand against my face.
"Bored now" He pushed me down on my back, pulled off his glove and threw them at my face. "Continue" I grabbed them and continued to enthusiastically worship and clean the. I was still doing so when I heard a familiar voice.
"Hello Boy" I had been so engrossed in absorbing Sir Michael's cum and ash mix that I hadn't heard the door buzzer. He was standing there , in his best office attire, he threw a hold all on to Sir Michael's sofa.
I got on my knees, and was about to approach to kiss Master's boots. "I've no time for that. I trust it's behaving and serving you well" "It has had it's moments" "That better not be faint praise Boy. If it is I expect suitable punishment will be administered. Anyway I'm off remember, behave, and obey. "
He left me still on the floor. I was confused. Why hadn't he allowed me to great him, and surely my 48 hours with Sir Michael was almost over?
"Don't worry you'll see him again, but not as soon as you wish." Sir Michael said taking notice of my confused face. "I don't have time to explain now, I've still got work to be getting on with. Now go and lie in the kitchen. If you are good you'll have a nice treat later. " He said grabbing at his dick.
I crawled to the kitchen, As much as I had enjoyed the last hour or so of licking Sir Michael's boots, and I would usually have relished having the chance to suck his dick, at that moment I wanted nothing more but to be in the company of my Master. Waiting to be called to serve regardless of how brief that service would be.
I spent the next two hours alone in Sir Michael's kitchen, there wasn't even the comforting aroma of cigar smoke to put me at my ease. I couldn't help but wonder what my fate. I had no regret that I returned from walking Boy and telling Master that I was a slave, but I wondered if I would have made such a declaration if I knew that there was a possibility that I wouldn't be his slave.
I heard the front door slam shut . "In the kitchen" "Hello Boy"
It was Damon. "I've got a treat for you" He spat on his boots. I looked down they were filthy. "It's not them, they're for later." He took his backpack off, opened it and took out a large bottle, it was full of a golden liquid.
"It's been a hard day on the building site today. I was too busy to go to the portaloo so filled this up instead. My colleagues helped fill it up, all five litres of it. I'm going to chat to Mike. I expect to see some appreciation of the fact I've lugged it home for you."
I spent ten minutes looking intently at the bottle, holding it up to the light . I opened it and stuck my finger in. I inserted the finger into my mouth and sucked off the piss. I was almost tempted to drink the whole bottle in one giant shot. I realised that would be foolish, so took one tentative sip, then another followed by a mouthful. I wondered how many of Damons colleagues had contributed, and wished that IO had been on the building site acting as their on-site urinal
I looked at the bottle. How much did I have to drink to ensure that it was enough to show my appreciation. It occurred to me that Damon hadn't stipulated that it had to be drunk. I spotted a bag of recycling I crawled over and took out an empty yogurt pot. I filled it up and poured it over my head, I repeated this two more times. My hair was not soaked, I smelt like that building site urinal. A puddle of piss had formed below me, without hesitating I lowered myself and started to lick it up.
"I think that's what I call appreciation" It was Sir Michael. He and Damon were laughing in kitchen doorway. "Still a fair bit left, but I think it will one all gone by tomorrow" "it better be, or the lads will be annoyed" "Get up, and go and kneel in the hall way" Sir Michael barked
A few minutes later they had both joined me. Sir Michael threw two items of clothing at me. They were the suit I was wearing the previous morning, caked in mud after lying in the puddle outside. "You can't really wear these again can you ?" "No Sir" Not that it matters as you aren't going far, only down the hall way" He handed the holdall that Master had brought earlier " a change of clothes if you decide deserves them"
"I should explain" Kyle has had to go away for a while. As a caring owner he was worried about what to do with you and Boy. Boy has gone to his ex, a few weeks earlier than planned. You were a problem. Would Kyle leave you alone unsupervised. Not really wise, and he didn't want you to spend too much time with one Man. Slaves can be fickle, they transfer their affection to a new Master at a drop of a hat. So until he';s back you are going to be shared round random Doms. I'm handing you over to Damon, it could be just a couple of hours in could be a week. Who knew, but he's now in charge. He's young so I'm surge's going to have fun tormenting you "
I was in shock. What did this mean, how long was Master going to be away. Who would be I darted to use the phrase be taking care of me. Before i could think of anything else Sir Michael's door was open. I shuffled outside.
"Hands and knees" I knew I had no choice but obey. The holdall, was thrown on my back. Damon crouched down, and presented me with the handle of his backpack . I gripped it between. He clicked his finger, "Giddy up" and started to walk down the hallway. "Dog, pig ,and now a pony. Slaves are so versatile"
It was early a minute, between the two falls, but it was enough to demonstrate that Damon meant business. He opened the door ." Kitchen, now" I crawled in trying to keep the hold all from falling off, and hoping that the grip on the backpack would hold.
It was five minutes before he joined me. Ok time fo you to clean these boots, and then that punishment that I owe you from last night can begin.