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****************** Ready boy? I blinked and got used to the bright daylight. Master was looking down at me. A huge grin on his face.
Welcome to Paris.
That morning I and the other slaves had been roused at 6 am. Master, Dave and Scott were down stairs waiting.
Ok, I've made my decision, on which one of you will be coming to Paris. He opened a passport, and turned it to face us. " It's Paul." I fell on my knees and Kissed Master's feet, Thank you Master. I whispered.
Thank these two, as well
I kissed Dave and Scotts leather boots. Thank You Sirs.
"Damn ". said Dave, I was looking forward at having some fun with you over the next few days
Master dismissed the other slaves, who were followed out by Dave and Scott. He pointed to the clothes that I had put out the previous evening. Get dressed
As I pulled on my Piss slave T shirt he threw a leather waistcoat at me.
Put that on.
I caught myself in the mirror. I had a flashback to my pre slave days, when I'd wear similar clothes in the hope of catching some cock in a dark room. I was glad they were behind me.
Protocol. 1. In public always address me as Sir 2. In Private address me as Master 3. You will open all doors for me, and will never stand in front of me. 4. When appropriate you will remain on your knees. I will indicate such times by clicking my fingers twice. 5. You are my property and I will take care of you, as a result if I indicate you are free to be used by another Dominant Sir or Master. You will serve him with the same devotion, and sense of duty as you do when serving me. Do not disappoint me. Do I need to remind you of what happened to Mike, Jake, Shane and John?
I fell to my knees, No Master
Ok get your stuff. Pack, and then get your bag and mine out on the pavement. Come and get me when the cab arrives.
I made a move to get up.
He placed his hand on my head .
I stayed where I was.
Before I forget. He reached to the back of my neck, and removed my collar. He handed me the key to my cage. Take that off too we cant be having questions at security.
I removed the cage and handed it to Master.
I was outside the house on my knees guarding the bags for a good thirty minutes. I could tell who were neighbours and who were just passing through by the reaction to my Piss Slave t-shirt. A few who knew Master well rubbed my head as they passed, others looked rather shocked., I found the looks of the latter group amusing as they took their double takes. My mind however was centred on being Master's perfect slave, and how this would be achieved when two of the main signs of my status were no longer with me, the collar and the cage.
Most of the time I hated the cage, and all that it stood for but its removal along with the collar made me feel vulnerable.
Finally the cab arrived, The driver came out, and began to lift the bags.
Sir, has instructed me to carry these. Just open the boot.
I carried the luggage to the boot and stowed them away.
I returned to the house. Master was sitting in his armchair. I knelt down, kissed his boots.
Master the cab is here.
Good slave
He stood up and walked towards the door, I stood, and followed him . He stood at the front of the door , I opened it and followed him out. We reached the car. Before the taxi driver could get out I opened the door and let Master take a seat.
I waited for permission to join him.
He nodded and pointed to the empty seat. I entered and sat down.
As the cab moved off he began to rub the inside of my thigh, and then gave my leg a tight squeeze.
As the vehicle turned onto the main road, he unzipped his leather trousers, and began to slowly play with his dick.
He looked into the drivers rearview mirror.
No objections, If I feed the slave? No Sir, go ahead.
I watched as his dick got harder, the foreskin, now resting behind the head. He grabbed my head and pushed it down
Remember no gagging. Just swallow and breathe.
He held my head firmly, but the movement along his shaft was gentle, before I had a chance to gag he would withdraw. He would occasionally briefly relax his grip, I took the opportunity to willingly go in deeper , so my nose would nuzzle in his pubic hairs, inhaling his musk.
I had no idea how long I had been worshipping Master's cock, but suddenly the driver spoke.
Another fifteen minutes and we will be almost there Sir.
Master pushed me off, so I was back sitting upright, He took my right hand , and began to use it to wank his dick. I looked outside and saw a coach pass. Could the passengers see inside, had anyone else seen me hard at work worshipping Master's beautify cock. My hand was nestled in his, the feeling of his warm hard flesh in my hand was amazing. He quickened his pace and I could feel a tremor , He relaxed his grip, releasing my hand before he resumed his work. His breath began to get deeper, I was torn, look at his beautiful dick, or his handsome face. My dilemma was answered when he began to convulse , a shot of white gunk fell on his leather jacket.
I began to move towards him. He used his other hand to push me back. Not yet, as he squeezed more of his seed out.
He brought his right hand to my mouth
Eat. A taste of fresh cum mixed with the cigar infused leather. I knew that this wasn't going to be the last time I would experience such joy over the next few days.
I noticed that there was still some left on his jacket and the inside of his right thigh. Before I could ask if I could help clean him, the cab was outside the terminal.
Just open the boot, the slave will get the luggage.
I heard the boot open. I exited the car, and went to get the luggage.
As I closed the boot, I noticed that Master was already out of the car, besides him the driver was on his knees licking the rouge drops of cum of Master's leathers.
Thank you Sir, a very generous tip he said.
Master said nothing, as he walked off the driver had a huge smile on his face as Master's leather clad body.
Eventually we had gone through luggage drop off, and security. Before we got to the lounge he dragged me into the toilets. He took me into a cubicle. Kneel. I obeyed, and waited for what I thought would be my first taste of Master's piss of the holiday.
He lifted the hand luggage, and after a minute of rummaging he brought out a collar. It wasn't my usual collar. It was heavier and thicker than my usual one.
Think of it as a holiday gift. Brand new, it's not been used before. He said as he attached a padlock and secured it. "That will stay on until security when we need to return'
The flight was mostly uneventful, Master's aura of superiority meant that he was paid a lot of attention by the cabin crew. Each question was prefixed and ended with a Sir.
When I was offered a glass of champagne he refused me to have any, telling the attendant. If you bring him some piss that will do him
Sir, Yes Sir replied to the attendant. Ten minutes later, he appeared with a champagne flute filled with an Amber liquid.
Sir I hope this is good enough for him Sir.
Master dipped his finger in the flute, and put it against his lips.
Perfect.
Before long the plane had landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport. As we walked off the plane, Master shook the hands of the cabin crew, and handed him each a business card.
Call this if you either want him to serve you, or you want to serve me.
Through passport control and customs, and luggage pick up.
I followed Master with the trolley of luggage. In the departure lounge we saw a man with a sign reading "Master Edward and slave". Master walked towards him, and shook hands. We followed him to a waiting people carrier.
I again loaded the luggage. As I moved towards the middle to wait for an order to sit Master stopped me.
Nah. He led me back to the boot, pushed me in, and put a hood over my head. See you soon.
I have no idea how long the journey took, I heard Master and the driver speak in French. The tone of the driver's voice was one of subservience.
Suddenly it stopped. I heard the boot open, and the hood removed.
Welcome to Paris