The next morning, Girish got up and got ready just in time as usual, ready to serve his master, Michael. He put on his uniform, looking as stunning as he used to and rushed to the pantry, where he was given the coffee for Mr. Michael along with the newspaper folded in elite fashion. Girish put on his white gloves, looked at the mirror at himself, seeing whether he looked prim & proper or not, picked up the silver coffee tray and proceeded towards his masters' room.
He knocked at the door, as he reached his masters room and a usual dominating voice, though politely summoned him in. There he saw his master who had got up early surprisingly, was just out of the shower, still having some water droplets on him and wrapped in a white towel around the waist -- looking fucking hot and tempting.
Girish just could not help a boner, and unfortunately for him that day he had not worn his underwear due to hurry, so his erection was quite prominent. Michael noticed it at once and just rubbed his hands on his servant's groin, making him harder, now just like a rock. Girish still had the coffee tray in his hand, so he could not stop him either, he was beginning to get more aroused as Michael massaged him in "that" area for quite sometime till it became really nice, hard and tempting for Michael.
The atmosphere was hotting up, as Michael made Girish change shape drastically in his pants. Then, all of a sudden, Girish was ordered to give Michael a blowjob. This statement took him by utter surprise, as he had no idea this would happen. He tried to deny, but of no use, as his man-tool was saying it all. Even Michael said, "Hey, you have been looking desperate for my dick all these days, especially now, even your reactions seeing me like this, show how desperate you are to serve me, and now you are getting it, so get on the job, Quick!!" Girish was having gay tendencies, but did not want to do such a thing, that he had never done, but he had no choice now as he was under complete domination of his master, Michael and obediently he bent down and sat on his folded knees.
Michael removed the towel and threw it on the couch, displaying his beautiful white cock to his butler who was just about becoming his slave-boy gradually and was now on his knees ready to service his master. As he had not been wearing under any underwear that day, he was facing lot of trouble in concealing his emotions and this was just the beginning of a long day.
Girish took his master's man-tool in his mouth and began giving a slow blowjob. As Michael had just showered, luckily Girish did not get as taste and odor of sweat, but was getting fragrance and a kind of a weird taste of soap. He slowly sucked his master, sitting in his uniform and on his knees, his master watching and experiencing all the fun. After about twenty minutes of slow fun, Michael exploded huge amounts of thick white man-juice in his butler's mouth. The amount he exploded was so much that his butler could not maintain all the cum in his mouth, thereby dropping a good amount on his black trousers and also on the carpeted floor from the corners of his mouth. Michael was angry with his boy for doing so, and ordered him to lick it off quickly, and to make the area look clean and normal as it had been before.
Girish was under full control of his master by then, and so, he licked it off the ground, getting severely humiliated, as the carpeted floor was not very clean, and Girish ended up sucking some dust from the floor as well. He was not even allowed to clean off his trousers that were now cum-stained with his masters cum.
Michael then began getting ready as his newly butler turned slave sat on his knees near his bed, waiting for any further orders from his master. It looked as if Michael had cast some kind of a spell on his butler for that period of time. Michael wore his navy blue suit and looked awesome. He ordered his boy to get him the shoes from the closet, which he obediently did. The shoes were not clean, making Michael angry again. Girish hurriedly cleaned the dust off them with his white handkerchief, to avoid any further punishment, although that humiliated him.
Before Michael left, he told his boy one thing clearly that he must not tell anyone what had happened in that room, or else he would blame him for theft, (Michael had placed money worth 500 Australian Dollars in his servants' shirt pocket quietly when he was busy cleaning his masters shoe) and would get him arrested.
He also had the video camera on, placed very carefully in the upper left corner of the room, as he had planned this many days before, and the special traits of his butler in serving men would be available to everyone if he did not obey his master, but had planted the camera in such a way, that it would not capture the images when he had placed the money worth 500 Australian Dollars in his butlers pocket. This was actually a great idea of one of his gay friends, who himself had made his personal butler, (a gift from his father as well), his personal sex slave, by blackmailing him after taking out his naked pictures and also having him blow him and sleep with him in bed, naked. The only difference being that Micheal's sex slave was an Indian, and his friends sex slave was an Australian man, extremely hot and sensational, just like Girish. From there Michael got this idea, and also added the theft thing to make it more difficult for the butler, thereby getting him as his slave for a good long time, atleast till the agreement ended; so that he could have an awesome time in bed with him and also make him do all his "personal work", and that too by not paying him anything extra, due to the blackmail.
So now, unfortunately, Girish had nothing to say other than obey every command of his master from then on, if he wanted his self-esteem to be maintained in front of all others, as Michael had promised not to let anyone in the house know about the incident. So, he began his job as Michael's sex slave from then on, having his duties to satisfy Michael and his friends' sexually and not as his personal butler, as he had been originally recruited as.