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I was back home by 7.00 after my evening visit to Mr Stephens' although he had asked that I be there early it was on his doorstep for 45 minutes before he opened the door. I expect he was very busy and I felt that I was taking up his valuable time. Although I hadn't been required for the morning walk I was still paid in full. I was even given the opportunity to smell his bare feet as I bent down to pic up the tenner.
A couple of texts had come through, asking if I was going out. Saturday Night, how time flew, if it had been last week I'd have had the dilemma of trying to decide where to go. Now that wasn't a problem, I had learnt my lesson , and could not afford to either risk being late, or turning up unkempt for the 6.30 am walk the next day. I had to maintain standards and I feared disappointing Mr Stephens. I sent replies saying that I had to stay in. One of them responded, that he found it hilarious that i was turning down the chance to be on my knees , sucking dick. It occurred to me that I hadn't really thought of sex since I returned home in the early hours of Sunday. Perhaps I just wasn't feeling it I thought, I'd be back to my usual submissive self soon no doubt.
A text came through from Mr Stephens. I've been pleased with your work this week, and your progress. As a treat go and get yourself something from the chippy. I imminently put on a jacket and headed out to get that night's dinner. As I returned, I crossed paths with my flat mate. Long time no see, he said. "Got yourself a boyfriend?" I looked at him. "You've hardly been in, I can't think of anything else that would take up your time." I couldn't be bothered to explain that I'd got myself a job as a dog walker, so just shrugged. "So" he asked " has he got a big dick? How hard does he fuck? Have you screamed Daddy? Do you call him Sir? Anyway I'm off I hopefully won't be back tonight."
He left those questions hanging in the air and for the second time that night I realised that I hadn't considered sex much if at all for the last night, I nervously laughed at the fact that I would call Mr Stephens "Sir." My stomach rumbled. In the kitchen I looked for a plate, and remembered the bowl that I'd used earlier. I ran upstairs, I picked it up, and at the same time the remains of Mr Stephens' cigar from last night.
Back in the kitchen I unwrapped the chips and out them in the bowl. I then looked at the cigar and flaked it over the chips I placed the bowl on the floor and began to eat The chips were now cold, but I continued to eat as Mr Stephens had made it clear that I needed to take responsibility for my actions. I took a photo of the bowl, and sent it with a "thank you".
It was approaching nine, when I had a notification, Mr Stephens had me down for an early night I had thirty minutes to get ready. I was in bed, and before switching off the light I decided to have a look at the apps. I'd not looked at my profile since I had made some changes earlier in the week. I looked at Scruff first as ever no messages, did some swiping left and right mostly left, then on to Recon. Again no messages, as I scrolled through the three dozen or so profiles that lived within 500 meters. I started to play with my dick, then stopped. I suddenly had a message. Opening it was from an account I didn't recognise "TootingTrainer"
"Does he know you are on here?"It was one of those profiles with little text and just a vague photo of some leather In this case a pair of Wesco, and a thick dog collar. I wasn't going to waste my time I had to go to sleep
An alarm woke me at 5. I now knew better than just to lie there before I had to get up. Mr Stephens had set an alarm,I had no alternative. Boy's walk that morning was rather stressful as he took advantage of a few minutes off the lead to run around the park chasing after other dogs. After much embarrassment I finally caught up with him. I apologised to the owners two dogs that he had attempted to get too friendly with. I relayed this to Mr Stephens "Mike was right yesterday, I may need to think of a way of control my Boys libido." I still was unsure if the S after Boy was possessive or plural. "What do you think Boy"? I remained silent, Mr Stephens laughed" Silence all round I see."
"Wait here I need a piss" He left the kitchen, my phone in his hand, I looked round and saw a pile of dirty dishes waiting to be cleaned on the sink, and the remains of two cigars on the table with half an ear out for Mr Stephens' return I picked them both up and pocketed them. I returned to my designated spot, looking straight ahead. Mr Stephens was away for another good five minutes. He picked up a cup from the table and started racking up the dishwasher with the dirty plates. "I should have kept you here for an extra hour last night' these would have been licked clean then", he said as he switched the machine on. I laughed nervously. "I don't joke about such things, now tell me have you got a job yet, I admitted that I was unsure as I hadn't checked my emails properly for a few days. Make sure you do and let me know this evening. Now go, make sure you have breakfast."
At home, I placed a bowl of porridge on the table, I suddenly remembered the cigar stubs, I pulled one out and crumbled it. I was about to put my face in the bowl when I heard the front door slam."Who is this new boyfriend of yours? You must be trying hard to impress him you have never been so smart?"so when do I get to meet him?" I gave the flatmate the finger and continued eating. He was the last person on earth I'd want Mr Stephens to meet.
Left alone again, I scrolled through my email, nothing then checked the junk, there were notifications of two other messages on Recon, and one from the Agency. The former were from TootingTrainer so I ignored them. The other was advising me I had a job at 10 am tomorrow with SB Data, they needed an office assistant for the next fortnight possibly longer. I picked up the now empty bowl of porridge and stuck my face in and licked it clean, finishing just as my flatmate came back in. "Hungry are we?' I smiled, and braced myself comments about my new secret boyfriend.
That evening five minutes into my walk to Mr Stephens the heavens opened, returning home for an umbrella was not an option as I would be late. Thankfully Mr Stephens only had me waiting for ten minutes, and I hoped I showed my appreciation that he had taken time out form his busy schedule to let me walk the dog. I gratefully took up the ofer of allowing Mr Stephens to look after my phone when I was out, he didn't want me to get it wet. I was especially grateful when due to Boy's excitement I ended up ankle deep in the mud when walking through the park, and being drenched by a passing car on the return journey. The only blessing was that it had stopped raining,
I watched Boy run back towards the kitchen leaving a trail of muddy foot prints. "Look at you, and filthy and muddy." Mr Stephens said, not addressing either of us in particular.I took my place in the corner, damp and wet.
Mr Stephens ignored me, as he told at the kitchen work top, it was only after he had placed something in the oven that he spoke. Sunday evening, That means only one thing bath time. Now get out of those clothes. Do I have to say it twice. I quickly undid my toe, and for the first time in almost a week my neck my neck wasn't constrained by the stiff collar when in Mr Stephens presence. it was an odd feeling, and not one I was particularly comfortable, with, "and the trousers, now follow me"
He quickly turned on the shower and told me to get in. He stood there watching as I cleaned myself, "Make sure you clean this nooks and crannies he said over the noise of the water. I was surprisingly comfortable to be there naked in front of him as I washed my hole and dick. "Ready?" I turned off the water and caught the towel that he threw me. It was threadbare and rough as I rubbed it against my body.
As I stood there he made observations about my arse and dick. "You should be dry now, he said looking me up and down."" There's not much to dry in front after all." "Time to eat, I hope you're hungry." Back in the kitchen I went to my spot waiting to be asked to sit. Mike had the right idea yesterday, I think you would be more comfortable kneeling here. He said pointing to the spot next to his chair. The cool air against my skin was both pleasant and foreign, but it was only I saw my clothes lying on the floor in my corner, I was suddenly aware that I was naked, the absence of the security that the shirt collar gave me was almost too much to bear .
The meal was eaten in silence, Mr Stephens, placed mine in a bowl with a spoon, I was tempted to not use it, but felt that rebuffing this would not be appropriate, I scooped up the food, with half my eye on Mr Stephens who looked extremely handsome from my lowly position. I suddenly started to cough, as I bit into a child pepper. The heat was making me pant and cough."Need some water?" Spluttering I nodded "Yes Please Mr Stephens" I have something better. He took Boys water bowl, and with one hand he held it in front of him, with the other he unzipped, and pulled out his dick, and filled the bowl with his piss.
My initial shock was short lived, and I slurped down the warm but soothing liquid. Thank you Mr Stephens I said as he stood above me flicking the last remaining drops on the floor below him. Drops that I licked up. Although I was only half way through my dinner the bowl was taken away. Again his kindness in ensuring that I didn't burn my mouth again.
So, have you got a job? I explained that I did. Remember that it better not disturb your performance here. "No Mr Stephens. " As I said this I began wondering how Mr Stephens would be able to guide my day to day activities when I was out working. My attention was however soon diverted when he dropped a tenner on the floor. As I approached it a large bang come from outside Boy and I yelped in almost near synchronicity. Mr Stephens put his hand on my shoulder as if to steady me. "My Boys frightened by thunder," was that a question? or was he talking about the dog. I can't have you walking back in that, I'll drive you.
"Thank you Mr Stephens" My clothes were still a damp dirty mess on the floor. He threw a plastic bag at me, put them in there. Bending down he picked up a blanket from Boy's dog basket. Here put that round you, I don't want to shock the neighbours. He opened the front door and. "Run" Although we were only a few streets away I felt nervous sitting in the car, sitting there naked dripping on the leather seats ."I usually make boy lie in the back" he said. I made a note of that , in case I was ever in his car again" We reached my street, he handed me the bag of dirty clothes. "Night then, now straight to bed" "Oh one last thing Mike want to know if you plan on responding to his Recon message"