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It was 11pm, as Master led me on all fours into the club. After being at Master Gerard's house we had returned to the hotel. As we had a long night ahead, Master suggested that we have a sleep before we had dinner and headed out. At 7.30 there was a knock on the door of Master's suite.
Naked I went and opened it, without batting an eyelid, two of the Hotel's staff walked in, wheeling a trolley.
Your dinner Sir. Will the slave be eating too?
This would explain why Master had sung the praises of the Hotel the day before, There was no need for him to go by the name of Edward Martins, or even a more formal Mr Martins. Here he was in his natural self Master Edward, or Sir, or to me just Master, and as a slave i was in mine.
He will.
I was still kneeling near the door as I watched one of the waiters placed a plate and a knife and fork on the table, along with a wine glass, and a bottle of red wine.
Ready Sir? Yes.
He walked over to the table , I watched as one of the waiters pulled out a chair to allow Master to sit down. He then dished up some food on to the plate, from where I was sitting it smelt delicious.
Master looked up at me, pointed and dragged his finger so it was pointing at the ground next to him . He looked at the waiter.
He's ready.
A dog bowl was placed on the floor, I looked down and internally breathed a sigh of relief it wasn't dog food. However it wasn't a gourmet meal either. It looked like some cold half eaten left overs from the kitchen.
Did you remember the seasoning?
Yes Sir, I watched as grey powder was scattered over the cold food. Thank them Slave. The Hotel staff have been saving all their ask from the cigarette breaks for the last three days.
Merci. I said weakly No Thank him properly. The waiter took a few steps forward . I bent down and kissed each of his shows, That's better.
Remember the best way a slave can thank anyone is to kiss their shoes.
Wine, Sir. The other waiter asked, addressing my Master. Master, nodded, I watched a small amount was poured. Master tasted, nodded and the rest was poured.
Now his. Two more bowls were placed in front of me. Empty I watched as both waiters unzipped their trousers, pulled out their dicks and pointed them at the bowls. They then began to piss. I watched as the bowls began to be by the frothy liquid.
Master reached down, grabbed my collar and pulled me so i was upright Don't waste a drop. I opened my mouth as two dicks simultaneously entered my mouth. Drops of acrid piss fell on my tongue. They withdrew, Master released his grip on the collar and pushed me towards the floor.
Say Thank You I kissed four shiny well polished black shoes. From my almost supine position I watched as they with drew and left the suite.
I watched Master lift and eat his first mouthful of food, and then one of wine. Then a second, and third. My food lay before me, I was in no hurry to eat, Yes I was hungry, but had envisaged something more appetising than a bowl of slop. Yet I also wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible.
Master took two or three sips of wine. He finally spoke. Eat. I placed my mouth in the bowl closed by eye and swallowed. I took a second, realising that if I was lucky I'd not have to chew that food, reducing the chance that I'd actually taste it.
Stop You only swallow when I tell you
Yes Master
Eat. I took a mouthful, I suddenly realised how gross my meal was. Swallow Drink
This went on for a few minutes, the length of time before I was allowed to swallow being extended by a few seconds each time.
There were only two good things about this meal, being under Masters direct control throughout, and the joy of drinking piss.
After a while Master ordered me to lift up the bowl. I watched as he took a mouthful of his own food which now looked even more delicious, chewed, and then spat it into my bowl.
Carry on. Eat, keep it in your mouth for thirty seconds before you swallow., and make sure that you keep hydrated.
The next mouthful contained some of Master's Half chewed food, the texture was not pleasant but knowing that it had been in Master's mouth made it bearable, as I tried to concentrate on the taste of his saliva.
I heard Master lay down his cutlery , and move his plate. He had finished. I still had some way to go before I cleared my bowl. After a few seconds, Master had joined me on the floor, although he was kneeling in my dog-like position he was still towering over me.
He grabbed my collar and pulled me up. Open, I opened my mouth , and he spat directly into it, he then pushed me back down, my face was now directly in the bowl.
Eat, Clear it up now, and quick , or it will be leftovers for breakfast tomorrow. I could now resume my earlier plan to swallow as soon as it entered my mouth. Within a couple of minutes I had scoffed the lot.
There were a few streaks left, which were soon removed by carefully target licking.
There is still piss left. Get drinking. Use your hands for fuck sake. I knelt up, and lifted the first bowl and brought it to my lips, and gulped it down, the second bowl went down in a similar manner.
Master was now standing again. I bent forward and kissed his boots.
Thank You Master.
Almost time to get ready for another night out. Full leathers for you tonight I think. But first I need a cigar, we can practice your ashtray duty too.
Yes Sir. I could already smell the cigar smoke, and taste the discarded ash.