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Dave withdrew his dick and flicked the last few droplets of piss in my face. I briefly closed my eyes. When I opened them Dave had been joined by Master.
Stop enjoying yourself and get to work. There are boots to be shined, cleaned and worshipped.
He turned to Dave, I have other slaves you know, one of them is getting hungry, go and top up his pile of cigar ash.
He turned back to me and attached a lead to my collar and dragged me to my boot black station. There waiting for me was Roberto. A thick cigar just resting in his mouth .
"It's only right that he gets seen first." said Master. "Get to work."
On the ground in front of me, brushes, clothes and polish.
I looked up at Roberto. I could see why James had made the decision he took a few moments earlier. His handsome Spanish features, his dark eyes, his aura, it would be impossible to resist submitting.
I lifted a cloth to quickly wipe down the boot.
"I think I can do without that for now, got a professional to do them yesterday, brand new for this special day . Just some tongue work I think, get that leather shiny with your saliva."
I looked up to say Yes Sir. but his attention was already elsewhere, James had come to stand by his side. Or more accurately, kneeling at his side, his head leaning against Roberto's right arm
Holding the boot in my hand I let a ball of spit drop from my mouth onto the leather. Then a second. I used these as the basis of my worship, my tongue moving across the surface of the boot, every millimetre was paid attention to.
My taste buds exploded0 with delight at the taste of the brand new leather, I dropped another ball of spit, some of the polish from the previous day had obviously transferred to my mouth.
I looked up, Roberto and James were still behaving as if I wasn't there, Roberto's leather covered fingers slowly fucking James's mouth. Each gagging sound being followed by a laugh from both of them.
I then started on the other boot, repeating the process, the spit balls were now darker with polish. As I worshipped my lips began to tingle, both from the transfer of polish and the excitement I felt from worshipping. I got to the stage where I thought I'd finished. I looked up. Roberto was half way through the cigar, blowing smoke directly into James's face. This went on for ten minutes. I realised that I had been totally ignored for the entire time.
Finished?
He was talking to me.
Yes Sir.
He lifted his leg.
It will do.
He looked at his cigar. It was coming to the end. He flicked the final ball of ash into James's face, and then bent forward, prised my mouth open and placed the stub in my mouth.
Now where are those toilet slaves?
He rose, and walked away. He clicked his finger and James meekly followed him. I watched as Roberto turned round and gave him a big strong kiss, followed by a hard smack to his arse.
Over the next three hours I serviced 8 pairs of boots. I was a total amateur at boot blacking, having always been in awe of the real deal, the pride that they took in their work, and the amazing results. However I was pleased with what I had achieved. Three of them had insisted that after I had cleaned and polished that I also show my submission and appreciation by using my tongue. One insisted on taking a photo to demonstrate how black my tongue and face had now become.
Not all my clients wanted polishing.
" It's' a deal, you can trample and stomp on him for ten minutes, I've not seen him with a decent set of bruises for ages. " Master always looking at ways that us slaves could make money
The next ten minutes a heavy pair of steel toe capped boots subjected me to some intense pain. My head was forced into the soft grass as he trod on my left temple, I feared briefly that my cheek would break.
Time's up, said Master. He grabbed my hand and lifted me up. You've done a great job, have a break, and then mingle, Remember you can be used by anyone at any time.
Sir, I need the toilet Sir.
Follow me. At the opposite end of the grounds where I had been boot blacking two coffin shaped boxes lay on the ground, one with a chair directly above.
Master pointed at each one in turn, that's Eric, and that Kurt. Kurt it was obvious was having the less enjoyable deal of the toilet service they were providing.
As tempting as it may be I can't have you using either of them. I have an idea.
He went over to one of the guests and returned with a pint glass.
Piss in that
I quickly filled the glass.
Take a swig and gargle., Spit it back in the glass. Take another swig, gargle, spit, swig, gargle spit. I did this a dozen times. My piss got slightly darker each time as polish on my tongue was rinsed off. .
Hand me the glass.
The contents of the pint glass were now poured over my head
Damn, I thought that would have helped wash the filth off your face; it hasn't helped at all. Never mind.
Now go mingle and suck dick.
As he said that the carriage that had brought James to the ceremony went by. A twenty something leather man, wielding a whip,
It wasn't muscular enough to be John. "That's Phil ", the Master informed me. He's been running non stop for the last three hours. I'm not going to be able to punish him for at least a week looking at the state of his back, but I am tempted at making him wear those boots frequently.
Now where's Richard, last time I saw him that ashtray looked as if it needed emptying.
Over the next two hours my throat and lips were raw are a result of the battering they received. Each blow job and facefuck being harder and more brutal than the previous one. The saliva and spew dripped down my chest, the streak marks from the polish now getting cost and closer to my crotch. My cock was straining, I desperately wanted to wank, of course that was not going to be possible. I put that distraction to the back of my head and continued with cock worshipping.
Finally Master appeared. He grabbed my head and pressed it into his crotch. The scent of the leather and cigar smoke was comforting, I began to lick the leather.
No need for that, rest and just inhale. He grabbed my collar and we relocated to where I had earlier been boot shining, he lay back slightly, and rested his left boot on my back the heel digging in slightly. The pain this caused being almost unnoticeable due to the comfort I was getting by inhaling his leather.
He finally tapped my head, I looked up, He indicated with two fingers that it was time to move. The party's over.
I followed him to where a crowd was gathering. Roberto was thanking the guest for coming, James was showing his gratitude by kissing their boots.
Thanks Edward, you've played a big part in making this day special, you and your slaves.
It's been a pleasure Rob said Master, I've drummed up a lot of business today too. 10pm tonight OK?
Yes
He turned to James. I look forward to using that arse for one last time.
James smiled.
Master turned to me. Let's see how your fellow slaves are doing, As we walked away he explained to me what his plans were. He had made arrangements forRichard and I to spend the night with some possible new clients. Richard with a sixty year old leather Daddy, me with a twenty three year old Sadist, who was keen on getting some practice with a new set of canes he had been gifted. Phil, would be having a night of rest, in the old stables. After a day of being a horse getting back to a normal bed would be too much of a shock to the system.
He had checked the weather forecast, it was going to be dry, so Eric and Kurt would be sleeping in their boxes. They would continue to be toilets until it was time to leave the next morning. He had however moved the stool so that it was over Eric now and not Kurt.
Sir, what about John.
John who I hadn't seen since he was led away after leading James's carriage.
He's been having a good rest. The divorce and marriage thing has been a shock to him. Roberto has arranged for James to be fucked selected guests tonight. John will get to watch, when he's not watching he will be cleaning up afterwards, the Top's dicks and James's arse. Even better he's joining them on honeymoon. They are spending a month travelling around the sexclubs and leather bars of Europe. He's going to have a lot of cleaning to do.
With that he shouted. Mark come here.
Mark, this is Paul.
Paul , Mark. You are his now until the morning.
I nodded , as the 5ft 7 blond looked at me tapping a riding crop against his right hand,
Master smiled, you are going to get on just brilliantly.