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I began to follow Master, when he stopped, and shouted at Mike.
Bring what's left of your meal here. Mike fell to his knees and presented the bowl which contained what was left of his lunch, even holding this bowl made him look dejected, and there was fear in his eyes as to what was going to happen next.
Good slave, now back to work. The look of relief was evident.
Master returned to his office. I followed.
Rather than return to his desk, he went and sat in an armchair that was in the corner of his office. He pointed to the floor in front of him, kneel.
OK, the sign of a good slave is his ability to worship his Master's feet . If you had read the contract and carried out Clause 7 I'd have an idea of your technique, but your stupidity meant that never happened. So let's see you in action.
Feet had never really been my thing but i was in a position that I had no choice. I bent down and kissed the leather on his left foot. I pecked haphazardly, showing how much of a novice i was.
Fucks sake. If that's how you kiss a shoe you must be a really crap snogger. He grabbed me by the ear and lifted me up. He lifted up my head and looked me directly in the face and spat. A good boot or shoe worshipping session requires saliva boy. I know that you can produce that my dick was dripping in it earlier. If you want the honour of doing that again you'd better up your game and show this show the respect it deserves. Otherwise I might consider Clause 21.
Clause 21, The Master can at any time decide not to make use of the slave for any purpose whatsoever.
That means no serving, no worship not being used for my sexual pleasure. You will be little more than my property, that half used biro on my desk will be more valued. Understand. I sheepishly nodded. I returned to the shoe determined to do better.
An exasperated sigh accompanied yet another tug of the collar.
Master, reached into a cabinet beside him, he pulled out some disposable rubber gloves. Reached into the bowl of Mike's leftover dog food, and smeared it over the shoe, top and bottom.
Perhaps licking something will make it easier for you to get in the right headspace. I'll be keeping my eye on you. This requires devotion and enthusiasm. I expect to see plenty of both. Both in the technique and in your eyes. If I'm dissatisfied perhaps you will be joining Mike with the wet dog food diet. I looked at him in desperation.
Please No I wanted to say, but knew at this moment that this was probably the only chance I had of having an income. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and began to lick the dog food from the sole of Master's show. The texture made me want to be sick, but I somehow managed to control my gut. I decided that a slow measured pace whilst getting as much of the food out of the way as possible was the way. In my kneeling position I held Masters calf in my hands, and looked at his face, . Looking for validation, and a sign that I was pleasing him, whilst attempting to convey a devotion and acceptance of my new position. Somehow I must have succeeded as his stern face broke into a smile twice.
Eventually the sole was clean, I lowered Master's foot to the floor, but noticed that there was some on the floor besides his other foot, I decided that it was essential to deal with these first before I started to clean / worship the leather.
Before I had even started to even think about swallowing the stray bit of dog food, I returned to worshipping my master's shoe. I again lifted up his foot, realising that this was the best way I could him how much I was enjoying the opportunity to worship. I realised that although my stomach and taste buds were crying in agony, I was getting used to serving, I only hoped that I would not be punished.
Finally the shoe was clean, my mouth felt claggy and wondered if the coating of dog food would ever be removed from my teeth.
I looked up at Master. He looked at me impassively. I began to worry, had I failed was I already destined to start my employment being punished.
Remove the shoe boy, I quickly untied the lace, and slipped off the shoe. I held it in front of me, head bowed, in a similar way that I had earlier held up the dogbowl whilst waiting for lunch.
He took it from my hands, and closely inspected it.
"Show me your tongue" he ordered. I stuck it out, and he proceded the wipe the sole solog it from tip to heel.
He looked at it again
Yep I'm happy. Tomorrow you can do both feet. No dog food.
With that he lifted his foot pressed his foot over my face and pushed me back, I fell back on to the floor. As I lay there he pressed his foot so that it totally covered my nose and mouth .. You will get used to the smell of these too. They stick a bit don't they. (I hesitated. What the right answer. ) No need to be shy they stink to high heaven. You're lucky I could still be wearing the socks I had at the gym this morning, I worse those all weekend. Nice and ripe.
As he stood there, he opened the fly on his trousers, and again started to play with his dick Up , he commanded. I got myself in a kneeling position. Open, I opened my mouth, Master thrust his dick in. Was this going to be an attempt and making sure I complied with Clause 4. Just stay still. Suddenly a gush of urine hit the back of my throat. I felt it fill my mouth Swallow My mouth was empty except for his dick It soon filled up again, this happened three more times. As my mouth filled for the fifth time. I'm going to slowly withdraw my dick, not a drop of my piss will escape. YOu will then gargle for forty seconds, and then swallow.
Clause 22 when required the slave will act as his Master's urinal Clause 25 The slave will show thanks and gratitude by kissing his Master's feet
Master slowly withdrew his cock from my mouth, somehow I managed to make sure all his piss stayed in my mouth,
40, 30, 38, 37 , 36, he counted down as I gargled. 5, 4, 3, 2 ,1 Swallow. I swallowed , expelling a sigh that I normally reserved for a cold beer on a hot day.
I lowered my head and kissed both shoes. Whispering Thank You master.
He ruffled my hair Good slave. He returned to his desk
John , he said, speaking into a speaker. In here now. John was in within moments. This time he needed no instruction. He dropped his trousers, and pulled out the put plug and bent over the desk John, I think you need to go up to teh next size of butplug that came out far too easily. Another month and it will be my fist and not my dick up there.
John said nothing.
Master turned to me. Paul - go to the bathroom, and freshen up , there are still bits of dog food in your hair. As I closed the office door behind me I could hear John groan as Masters dick thrust into him.
In the bathroom I looked in the mirror, I smiled, trying to figure out what was happening. The transformation from unemployed slut into slave had taken six hours. I went to the urinal, took out my dick to poss, and suddenly remembered I was not only a slave, I was a locked slave. I scuttled into a cubicle, sitting down to piss was now my future.
When at the wash basin two men walked in, well groomed, clean shaven.They botth looked at me.
Just started with Ed? Asked one I looked quizzically. Mr Martins?
Yes I replied.
Ah good, said the other.
I must have looked uncertain
The other man broke the silence.
I guess that you haven't had Clauses 23 and 24 explained to you yet.
See you soon boy they said in unison as they left me alone in the bathroom.