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In the corner of the club's courtyard, Master firmly attached the ashtray gag around my jaw.
Comfortable? I didn't understand a word of that. It might not be comfortable but it's certainly secure. It will keep you quiet too. Remember slave, your behaviour tonight will reflect not only on you as a slave, but my abilities as a Master. Do not let me down.
I knew speaking was futile, so I nodded in agreement. Why would I want to do anything that would negatively reflect on my Master. I had worked so hard to be allowed on this trip. I could have been in London , locked, and at the sadistic mercy of Scott and Dave.
The club was still relatively quiet, a few drinkers inside, and one else outside except us.
Master reached into his top pocket and took out a cigar, not one of his longest.
A quick smoke between the two of us before the hordes descend. He walked over to the nearest chair and sat down. Without being instructed to, I knelt. I watched as the flame of the lighter lit up the darkness of the courtyard.
Before long the scent of tobacco smoke hit me. Master studiously ignored me, instead between puffs on the gar looked as the head of ash grew, He tapped the gar and the first ball of ash fell into the ashtray.
Bet you'd rather be eating that. No need to speak. I know the answer.
Master then returned to ignoring me, slowly smoking the cigar, and tapping the ash into the ashtray. The courtyard began to fill up , or so the noise suggested, my eyes were fixed on Master. Waiting for his next instruction
He took a final puff, I was mesmerised as the red embers turned into a grey ash. He tapped the final half inch of ash into the ashtray, and then held the butt against my ear. I resisted the urge to flinch as it got closer. The stub was extinguished in the tray.
Can my Boy have that? I lifted my eyes, as Master looked up.
The voice came from a grey haired 5ft 6 ish man, in a blue leather shirt, and brown leather trousers. Kneeling next to him a much taller man, older, bald, but with a grey beard.
It's our twentieth anniversary, I'm a non smoker, so he rarely gets to indulge in his cigar fettish. Tonight is one night where I think I can allow him.
Master, smiled and said of course. He picked up the stub and threw it on the ground. The older slave fell to the floor and picked it up in his mouth and began to chew.
He'll thank you later, said the Master. . Come back later it's my first of the night Master stood up, and began to walk. I began to shuffle after him on my knees. He stopped and came back to me. You need to move quicker than that. Hands and knees. Just don't spill anything
He carried on walking, I crawled after him, keeping my head upright so I could see where I was going, manoeuvring between a dozen of so pairs of leather clad legs, their aroma just about winning the battle with cigar smoke, a battle that the latter would surely win by the end of the night.
Edward good to see you again.So brought a slave with you to make up for your absence last year.
Yes, my newest, he's not too bad. I'm hoping that all his skills will be displayed before the big day.
So it's Ashtray service today? How's he shaping up
Not bad. That dick of his twitches at the mere whiff of cigar smoke, and he's always eager to eat up the pile of ash produced at the end of a smoking session. In fact I'm tantalising him tonight, he can see that ash building up in front of him but I've not decided if he's going to actually get to eat any of it.
As he spoke Master rubbed my head as if I was an obedient pet. If i wasn't concentrating on keeping the ashtray upright I's have nuzzled his leg and whimpered,
He crouched down? Comfortable? Although my legs were beginning to stiffen, I gently nodded. Good slave. Stand.
As I did a ball of smoke hit me in the face. Master lifted the cigar to his face, looked at the tip and gave me a smile. Then proceeded to ignore me as he continued the conversation with three other Leather Masters. As the ashtray filled up the conversation turned to slave training and how to ensure obedience. A Danish Master sang the benefits of a regular flogging. He made his slave list all of his indiscretions over a week, their seriousness would inform his decision on how hard and how many strikes the flogger the slave would receive.
After five years his obedience is such that he has to make things up just to get punished.
"Regular beatings are important," I find slaves don't understand any other language."
Master responded. "Fuck sake , your not even 25 , yet you speak as if you have years of experience"
Just my opinion, the American replied, I'm hoping to get a new one later this week. I'm having fun checking out the likely candidates. As he said this he blew smoke into my face.
Finally the leathermen finished their cigars. They deposited the butts in my ashtray.
I'm off, said Master, grabbing me by the waist of my trousers to indicate I was to follow.
Ai I followed him, we saw the long term Master and slave. The collar round his neck, was attached to a lead that led to the hands of his significantly shorter Owner.
Still allowing him to chew cigar butts.? Of course. May I
The other Master nodded. I watched as my Master picked four cigar butts from the ashtray gag, and placed them on the palm of his leather glove
Thank him for his gift boy
The slave fell to his knees and kissed both of Masters boots.
One of the stubs fell to the floor next to Master's right foot, without missing a beat he quickly took it in his mouth. A second one soon followed, which was also quickly consumed.
I watched as the slave slowly began to chew on the butts.
Still have two left boy I've not trained you to refuse gifts have I. Master held out his hand as the slave put his mouth over Master's hand. His mouth was now full, almost making chewing difficult. I watched as the drool from his mouth dribbled down from the side.
May I ? asked Master Of course.
Master then held his hand over the slaves mouth, the drool now being captured in Master's gloved hands. After a few minutes he released his grip. His hands were glistening. He turned towards me and rubbed them over my head and the top of my face as if anointing me.
Thank you again , said the other Master.
It's been a pleasure, if you want to use this one before the big day let me know. Piss, feet and boots are his speciality.
With that Master, ed me away again. He sat down in a quiet corner. He undid the ashtray gag. And stuck two of his fingers in my mouth.
Good hasn't impacted on your sucking ability, he said as I sucked the remains of the slaves cigar butt drool.
He removed the fingers from my mouth, and placed them in the ashtray, before re-inserting them.
Feeding time I think he said. There is a lot of ash here that needs consuming.
Think you can do it? Yes Master, with Pleasure. Thank You Master.