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Get cleaning Pig,
Yes Boss, I crawled from my basket in the corner of his room and swallowed his still hard dick slime covered dick.Next to him, was his husband, lying on his stomach. My next task would be to clean and eat Boss's cum from the gaping hole.
I had been in Frankfurt for a month. I was still trying to process all that had happened ,and wondered if Mike and Shane had gone through the same, and how long it would take me to get used to my new position.
My final day in Paris had been spent almost solely in the company of Gregor, or Boss. It was about 7pm when I was finally reunited with Master. He sat in the lounge of the hotel and held my head close to his crotch as he spoke to Boss.
Behaved? Yes, damn good slave there. Can you be persuaded? What do you think? Not many like him around. Perhaps if you started calling your slaves it, you'd be less attached. Ha, I do it my way you do it yours. So how did the goodbye go. Said my bit and turned round. Easier when slaves are its objects and animals. .
Master , grip on my head loosened, as he lifted my chin up, so I could swallow a large ball of spit.
See you in an hour, remember you can always change your mind.
As Gregor walked away, Master looked down. Spat Follow me.
I followed him back to his room. His pace was faster than usual , so crawling after him was a struggle.
He pointed towards an armchair.
I crawled over and waited, and watched as he rummaged through a pile of gym clothes, and retrieved an orange jockstrap,
I was looking forward to spending a day around Paris with you, then work was interrupted. I'm going to have to be back in the office tomorrow, trouble with the other slaves, Dave and Scott are in deep shit if I don't sort it out.
We have 45 minutes, get those boots nice and shiny, whilst I have a wank. I tried not to be disappointed at the fact that I wasn't going to have the joy of sucking Master off. I lowered myself to the floor and started to lick
As i worshipped his boots, I could hear Master breath get deeper as he played with his dick. I was desperate to see it but knew that at this moment I only needed to see boots. As my tongue started to pay attention to the heel of his right foot, I heard a sigh. A noise I recognise as him cumming.
I was expecting to be called to clean up after him instead he used the jock strap.
Up.
I lifted myself up from the floor, Master lent forward and spat into my face.
Thank You Master
Good Boy. Gregor is right. You are a damn fine slave. I almost feel bad for keeping you to myself.
There is a long evening ahead. I think that neck of yours needs a rest.. Head down.
I obeyed, and Master undid the collar that had been on since we arrived in Paris.
He stood up and rummaged in the bag that I had brought , and took out a bright blue jockstrap.
Put this on,
We have ten minutes, time for a piss.
He walked into the bathroom , I followed. I was expecting to be used as his urinal. But instead I watched as he threw the sweat and cum stained jock into the bidet and pissed on to it.
He lifted it up. Open your mouth,
He wrung the jock into my waiting mouth, and stuck it into the back pocket of his leather trousers.
I might let you sniff that later if you are good. Let's go. He walked to the door, I crawled behind him, outside in the corridor he stopped. Wait there. The door of the hotel room was side open. A number of other leather men walked by some alone, others dragging slaves behind them.
I looked back into the room to see Master place what looked like a passport into the inside pocket of his Leather Langlitz jacket.
Ready. Ready Master.
Goodboy.
We silently went down the lift and entered the large conference room. The last few nights at the Paris Leather Bars means some of the faces were familiar, and there were some that I recognised from London's Backstreet and the Hoist from my pre slave days. Days that were a feint memory if I was honest, days that I never wanted to return to.
Master Gerrard was there greeting the Masters with a handshake as they entered, Those accompanied by slaves, showed their respect by kissing his boots.
After some fifteen minutes the noise began to settle as Masters took tier seats and slaves knelt obediently besides them
Master Gerrard , climbed a dais, and spoke into the microphone
Welcome all to our Annual auction.
I think we have a fair number of slaves on offer today, but first some bad news to all the Dog owners out there. I know you were all looking forward to making bids on those that were assigned as dogs this morning but Master Mac in South Africa has made a bulk bid on all six. They are already on the way to the airport, and tomorrow will be starting new lives as permanent dog slaves.
There were groans and shouts of disappointment, which eventually stopped.
Ok let's start the bidding.
Master lowered his head and explained the process. The slaves were to be blindfolded , so they could not see who was biding but could hear how much they were being sold for.
The first lot were a couple, six foot, swarthy and muscular in their mid twenties and were bought for €20k. The buyer walked up to the dais. A Forty year old, thin ,and barely 5 ft 6.
He took great delight in attaching thick posture collars to both and getting them to walk off the dais behind him. Brother's Master explained, and the the buyer was well known for his piss and scat fetishes.
I never know why I never got you started on Scat training.
The sale went on for the next half hour or so , slaves would be bid for, and then claimed. Occasionally their skills, or areas of improvement were announced, boot licking, able to receive a double fisting, high pain threshold, low pain threshold, a love of piss, a dislike of scat , poor gag reflex.
A bidding war took place for another couple, short, lean, and covered in tattoos. Master spoke. If there was just one of them I'd certainly put a bid in, as they were dragged off by a sixty something, one of the few Masters dressed in more formal suit and tie as opposed to leather.
The young sadistic American managed to make a successful big for a thirty year old hairy bear with well developed nipples. The crowd laughed as the American attached a heavy chain to the slave's large nipple rings and dragged him off to its new life.
Master bent down, and said I bet he'll be back for sale next year, hairless and much thicker nipple rings.
Master Gerrard returned to the stage.
A surprise sale now. A special category for bar owners only. As you know one of our leather bars is closing in a month, that means our favourite Boot black needs a new home. We all know what he can do, and the money that his work brings in, he can double up as a pain pig, and will happily sleep on the floor of the toilets overnights, and make sure that they are clean and spotless before you open the next day.
The bootblack from the night before stood besides Master Gerrard. He was wearing a leather waistcoat, and trousers. Master Gerrard gently stroked a riding crop over his exposed flesh, and when he lifted it to the Bootblacks mouth he instinctively snapped and caught it in between his teeth.
The bidding was quite ferocious. Master informed me that the bidders were from three of Europe's best known Leather bars. Whichever one he ends up in he will have a hard time ahead, the clientele are very demanding.
Finally at 40 thousand Euros the budding ceased.
"Looks as if we will all have to go to Berlin for a decent boot blacking from now on."
As he spoke a Tall man in a white athletic vest and black leather waistcoat came on the the dais. He grabbed the back of the boot blacks head and forced it into his arm pit.
The audience clapped as he released his grip, and the bootblack fell to the ground and kissed his new owner's boots.
Master passed me a piece of paper,
Take that up to Gerrard, and stay there until instructed.
I crawled along the floor as Master Gerrard was speaking.
That's the end of tonight's auction, it's been a good one as always, I am hope to see as many of you as possible next year when we hold this event in Madrid. I've no doubt that some of tonight's slaves will make a reappearance, trained in new skills and ready to be purchased for a higher price.
I reached the dais, crawled up and kissed Master Gerrard's boots.
He looked down, and took the paper off me. Stand up boy I stood, unsure what was happening.
Well, it looks as if we have one final item for sale.
A multi purpose slave, experience of deep throating, boot and foot worship, urinal duties, and cigar and ashtray service.
Each of these services was accompanied by a tap of the riding crop.
Used to long term chastity, this was followed by a hard whack to my dick, which had chosen that moment to get hard.
Looks as if it actually is looking forward to being sold.
Another whack,
He spun me round.
Nice tight hole too - any fisting masters needing a fresh hole to break open? This could be your lucky day.
So what do we start the bidding on,
5 grand.
7 grand
10, 11, 12
I looked at Master, I wanted some assurance, he was however already deep in conversation with the sixty year old business man. I watched as he shook hands , and placed a collar, my collar around the neck of one of the tattooed slaves 19 grand.
Sold.
Boss, stood up and walked towards me.
Well, looks as if I wont be going back to Frankfurt empty handed after all.
He slapped me around my face. I thought Ed had trained you well. Prove me right I fell to my knees and kissed Boss's boots. Sorry Boss. Thank you Boss.
That's better.
The room began to empty.
Damn, I'd have tried to bid for him if I known said Master Gerrard beforehand.
Up until a couple of hours ago I don't think even Ed knew.
I need to celebrate. Let's go outside. Outside Boss lit a cigar. Let's mark my ownership by feeding you this.
The taste of ash was seeping through my taste bud, as I followed Boss back into the Hotel's reception area. The concierge greeted him by kissing his boots.
Your car and luggage are ready Boss. Thanks, He turned to me , we're heading back to Frankfurt tonight.
Gregor It was Master's voice. My former Master's voice.
Behind him, the tattooed slave a bit between its mouth was carrying my luggage.
Thought you might need some of this.
No it's OK, I like to make a fresh start with my slaves. It will need to earn clothing as a reward. But if there's something that you'd like to give it as a goodbye gift please do.
I know
He pulled out the jockstrap he had placed in his pocket earlier in the evening. I could smell the piss and sweat. He spat into it and placed it over my head.
That should do it, I think .
You'll need this though. It's its passport .
It? Asked Boss It's no longer my property so I'm deferring to your wishes. With that he turned round and started the journey back to his room.
Ok , Frankfurt here we come.