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An hour later we were summoned by the Master. Dave and Scott were with him. He had decided on how he would select the slave to accompany him to Paris, and would be helping in his adjudicating .
He had come up with a range of tasks, the best performing slave would receive a reward. M
Task 1. Each slave would be allocated three pairs of boots, each would need to be treated to a boot black level of shine and polish. Master would decide on who had done the best job of maintaining the polish , shine and condition.
Task 2 Thirty minutes of boot worship a day per slave
Task 3 Thirty minutes of bare foot worship
Task 4 No cum prostate milking. Each slave would spend 30 minutes attached to Master's fuck machine. To be in with a chance of winning the slave would be expected to endure the fucking without cumming
Task 5 Blindfolded the slave would be expected to identify master's socks and jock strap from amongst a load previously worn by Master. For the first three days the slaves would be allowed to sniff all items before making a decision, For the final two a thirty second sniff would per item would be allowed and a decision made there and then.
Throughout this period the slaves could be expected to be used by Dave, Scott or on occasion any other Dominant they cared to invite.
Master would announce the winner on Friday afternoon, ready for the journey on Saturday. The losers would be entrusted into the care of Scott and Dave.
Paul - Master shouted at me. Dave needs a piss, help him out. Scott and I are going to get the boots ready.
I crawled over to Dave who was standing there in his leather trousers, the bulge was noticeable. I knelt waiting for him to unzip. He stood almost totally still, then his right foot began to tap.
Dave leant forward.
Get it out then. I reached up and began to unzip. Underneath the leather an off- white cotton layer. I stuck in my nose and inhaled his jockstrap. The scent of stale piss hit me.
He lent forward again. Looks as if you have a choice: drink it fresh, or suck it stale later. I awkwardly took out his dick, and watched it stiffen in front of me. I placed my lips around it and waited. What was first a trickle became a torrent, and it was a struggle not to splutter and spill it.
Eventually he pulled my nipple ring indicating he had finished.
He leant forward, if I were you, I'd start worrying about the fun Scott and I are going to have with you when Ed and one of the others is in Paris.
Master and Scott had returned, and had allocated each slave three pairs. I had a pair of 30 hole ranger boots, a Denher biker boot and a pair of almost thigh high riding boots. I was going to be busy.
Before I could start even considering which pair to begin with, Scott grabbed me by the collar, - you're up first with the fuck machine.
Follow me.
I followed him to the basement. There in a corner was what I took to be the fucking machine, next to it a sling . Get up . I lifted myself in trying not to over balance. Scott secured my hands, and lifted my legs into a pair of stirrups.
Comfortable? I nodded Good.
He briefly disappeared out of sight, but was still audible. When he came back in view he had a thick dido in his hands. He brought it up to my face.
Open wide. Too Big? Never mind, I'm sure your hole will accommodate it well. Remember this is day 1. So I'm being gentle with you. My dick hardened in its confinement. I willed it to soften. I did not want to cum on day 1.
I felt Scott fill my arse with lube. He stood above me and gently stroked my body.
Relax, and just let it do its thing. He inserted the dildo into my hole, and I then heard a whirring noise as the machine set to work. Each thrust stretched my hole a fraction, as the pace quickened I could imagine its destruction, and how this would please Master. I began to moan as the pace got quicker. If I hadn't been as secure as I was I would have humped it, to encourage it to go deeper. Suddenly the pace slowed down, my breathing matched, my dick began to soften again. I was in two minds Thank Scott for reducing the risk of my cumming, or begging him to speed up again and allow my cage to flood with my spunk. Before I could make a decision it began to speed up again, now the dilemma was make me or cum, or beg him to stop. As it did Scott started to play with my nipples, the pain diverting me from the ecstatic agony being inflicted on my hole.
Like that? So do you want to cum?
Part of me wanted to say Yes, bugger Paris. Even if I never came again doing snow would be worth it.
So? As he said this he pulled hard on my nipples.
Yes or no?
I surprised myself when I blurted out NO.
With that the machine began too slow and eventually stopped. The dildo still firmly planted inside me.
Could do with a bit more stretching , get you ready for tomorrow's session. I have a beauty waiting for you.
Finally he released me.
Well done, not even a trickle he said swabbing my dick. Dave will be disappointed.
Now get back upstairs and start polishing,