Not long after Master had left us alone with the threat of being sold on to a South African Mistress over us I was summoned by Master.
Paul, your distribution of my business cards has had a remarkable impact. I've had lots of interest in the work of this section.
Someone is particularly interested in using your services, I practically hear him wanking himself at the thought of what he could do with you .
He asked that I say just one word.
Oink
My body language must have said everything.
He said that you'd probably react that way, he's looking forward to meeting you. Here's his address. But before you go He likes it when you smell just that bit pissy. I told him that I couldn't promise that you'd arrived drenched in a week's worth of piss, but we can do the next best thing. He rather liked seeing you on your smart business attire dripping and smelling of piss.
Some of that piss Phil collected is left over, he said lifting one of the 10 litre containers that Phil had been tasked with filling the previous day. It was three quarters full. Go and see Stan, he's waiting for you in the loading bay, and hand this to him. I'll be down to join you soon.
I hurried downstairs. Stan was there waiting for me impatiently.
Hello Pig, I've not seen you for ages. Been ignoring me, I get the feeling you only come to see me when you have the urge to be a urinal.
Kneel
I obeyed
George grabbed the back of my head and rubbed it against his crotch The smell was overpowering. Through the fabric of his trousers I could smell his cheesy cock.
Damn you and your popularity he said pushing me back. Stay there. I remained motionless, he then proceeded to pour the contents of the container over me.
The cold stale urine worked its way into my eyes, I closed them to stop the stinging, I slowly opened them, and alongside Stan was Master.
He handed me a card, reported to this address and ask for Matthew Oaks. I've ordered an Uber to get you there.
I stepped out into the street, a man was having a cigarette leaning against his car. Oi are you the Piss Pig?
A couple of people walking by looked at me and burst into laughter .
I nodded.
He went to the back of the car and opened the boot. It was full of junk, get in, I'm not having you mess up my upholstery.
I took a deep breath, and followed his instruction. As he closed the lid, he firmly and loudly shouted OINK
As the car went towards its destination, I began to notice that there was a shitty smell, and not human shit either. When was this last cleaned I began to wonder.
Finally it arrived, I looked at the address, and walked into the reception. The receptionist dint an eyelid as I stood there still dripping piss in my wake,
I have an appointment with Mathew Oaks.
She taped at her keyboard. Piss Pig I trust. Mr Oaks will be with you soon.
Please stand over there, she said pointing to the middle of the waiting area, where anyone would be able to see me .
It felt like an age, but eventually he appeared. 6ft 3, broad shoulders, dark hair with a well groomed beard.
Hello he said, staring at me Hello Sir I replied He stared at me, looking disapproving
Let's start again
Hello Oink i replied
That's better, I've hired a pig , don't forget that
Now follow me.
We caught a lift just as the doors were closing, inside there were three twenty something. Hello Sir they said in unison when they say Mr Oaks.
He nodded to them in recognition. All three of them stood there heads bowed not uttering a single word, but I could not help notice that they were stifling a laugh.
The lift stopped. Follow me, he ordered. Good bye Sir they said. As the lift doors began to close behind us I heard a high pitched repetitive chorus of Oink oink oink
He led me into a large room, the glass windows giving a good view of the city below,
Ok Pig, come here, he beckoned me towards him. He stuck his nose into my suit, inhaling the stale day old piss.
My sweet pig, I've been looking forward to this for weeks.
He went over to a leather armchair, and sat down, he motioned at me to sit on the floor.
Take off my shoes,
I undid his expensive dress shoes and slipped them off his feet. Underneath he was wearing the sheerest of socks , he lifted up his foot and pressed it into my face.
He forced his toes into my mouth, making me gag as the funkiness of his feet hit the back of my throat,
Suck Pig, pretend it's a really broad dick, and you are trying to get as much out of it as possible. I amazed myself on how much I could get in my mouth, my tongue lapping against the base of his foot.
He finally removed it, wiping the damp foot along the length of my face. He leaned forward, and started to snog me.
Ah yes Piggy you taste of piss lovely.
Now time for a drink . He walked to a cabinet and took out a whiskey decanter of amber liquid, and two glasses. He returned and filled one, and began to drink, He swallowed the first mouthful, and then the second, he took a third , and leaned towards me, his mouth against mine, I opened my mouth and allowed the contents of his to enter.
A mouthful of piss. Very strong piss.
Like a pig.
It's at least a month old. If you do a good job today next time I might treat it to a three month vintage. A good piss Master always has a good stock on hand for his slave you know.
He then poured another glass and handed it to me drink I took a sip
Describe the taste,
Strong , acrid but with some sweetness SIR. I like it.
Good, it's a nice blend. I was out on a mountain with a couple of rugby player friends. All three of us are piss freaks, thought it would be good to mix it up, I wasn't wrong.
I took another sip.
No Sir, it's perfect.
He smiled
I have a business call to make, come suck on this. He opened his fly and took out his dick. He pulled back the foreskin, revealing a lot of smegma, but you'll have to clean it up first.
A downed the rest of the piss in one and set about cleaning his dick, as my tongue hit his glans I heard him groan in ecstasy
You definitely have earned the three month piss my good piggy. .