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Master was walking through reception, I was on my hands and knees slowly following, we were heading out to see some sights. Just before we left the hotel Gregor appeared.
Ed, we have a problem, have you checked your emails. Master took out his mobile phone.
Fuck . That's more or less ruined my day. He looked down at me. What am I going to do with this? I could take it off your hands if you want. Are you sure?
Damn yes, it's one of the few slaves I've not inspected before the big event. Now that mine's been taken off my hands. I have plenty of time to enjoy this one. I've got the penthouse suite so I'm not going to get into trouble by using it as a cigar slave either.
I forgot your tendency to call slaves It.
Why not mine are mostly objects, dehumanised ones at that. It would have been much harder getting rid of my dog slave if I called it him, or boy, let alone Peter which was its name when I first took charge.
Master laughed. Looked down at me.
He, it, whatever . Is all yours. Don't let me or yourself down.
I followed Gregor to the lift. I was still on my hands and knees. After a couple of steps he turned round.
Too high, my slaves begin by crawling like worms, drag yourself along that floor.
The lift doors opened , I dragged myself in, the only view I had were the heels of Gregor's boots. The lift door closed behind us.. First one foot then the other were pressed into my back. Each one swivelled slightly digging into the flesh. I bit my lip to stifle any noise that indicated pain and discomfort.
The lift opened , I dragged myself out.
Fuck you are slow.
Gregor bent down and attached two straps to my wrists, which he joined together by a long leather chain.
Hold on to that. Tightly
Suddenly I was being yanked across the floor first along carpet and then the harder rough tiled surface of the terrace.
Suddenly he stopped. Kneel
So slave. Looks like you are mine for much of the day. Such a shame that Ed is otherwise engaged, but work comes first, happened to me last year. So glad I managed to persuade head office to pass it off on Ed this year, otherwise I'd not have had a proper chance to examine his handiwork.
I must have looked quizzical.
Questions? Sir? No one calls me Sir. It's Boss always Boss understood. Yes Boss.
OK. Slave this is the deal.
Have you ever wondered how Ed has managed to operate rather openly as a Master, hiring out slaves to the red blooded males of London? How he does this in such a smart office, full of lawyers, and accountants? Did you actually think he was a lone operator, who somehow got lucky? Of course not. Ed just runs the London branch, I'm in charge of the Frankfurt office, and you have got quite friendly with the Berlin office lead. This is one of the reasons we are here, an opportunity for the Master's and the lucky and in some cases unlucky slaves to get together. The Master's to discuss business, and try a bit of stock turnover.
My eyes must have been twice their normal size.
Thought you'd be surprised, long term slaves know the drill, but also know better than to let it slip.
Now that's enough explanation. Now show these some respect. He moved his chair back and lifted them up onto a low table. He tapped the tip of the toe of his riding boots with his riding crop. Suck on that whilst I make a call.
I slowly enveloped the boot with my mouth stretching my jaw to get as much of it in as possible. He was speaking German, so much of the conversation was a total mystery.
The conversation continued, for sometime, each time I started thinking about Master , the riding crop would be tapped against another part of the boot, bringing me back fully into the boot worship stage.
I then realised Boss was speaking in English.
I need to test his pain levels a bit more. Good. See you later.
The riding crop touched my forehead, and pushed my head off the boot.
Always good form to ask a Master if pain and marks are involved, and as it's possible you are going to be with me for some hours yet there could be a lot of pain.
I hope you don't bruise too easily, I might get blamed for supplying damaged goods.
Now crawl back to that table, stand and bend over. You might want to firmly grip to the slides this will hurt.