I moved to lift the ashtray to my mouth .
Boss put his hand out to stop me. He lifted the cigar butt and placed it beside him.
Slave - boots.
Gunter fell to the floor and began to worship Boss's right boot.
Boss stood up.
Turn around.
I Obeyed. My back towards him. He grabbed my jaw and lifted my head back.
Open.
He tipped the ashtray's contents directly into my mouth, followed by a stream of saliva
Closing it he ordered me to turn around.
Finished?
I opened my mouth.
Another ball of saliva.
Ok now you can have this. He placed the cigar butt in my gaping mouth Close and chew.
As I chewed I felt some saliva drool from the side of my mouth.
Boss reached over and grabbed the jockstrap and placed it over my head, so it acted as a bib, it was also removing the trace of Master's scent.
The remains of the gar finally slid down into the pit of my stomach. But at this stage Boss's attention was elsewhere.
Slave, get me your todo list.
Turning to me he explained. That he had left a number of tasks that he expected the slave to complete in his absence.
Let me see what he failed to do, perhaps your first punishment will be sooner than we expected.
Slave returned and handed Boss a sheet of paper.
Boss then proceeded to read out the tasks, some mundane such as cleaning the bathroom and getting some dishcloths, some were physical doing 100 squats every morning at the gym. Some sexual, stretching his hole and fucking it with a dildo for two hours every evening.
Slave handed over his phone, as he started flicking through Boss addressed me.
Boss looked at me. Our Sex is vanilla, but I still need to remind him that he is my Slave and will follow my instructions.
Boss stood and disappeared, he was walking round the flat, he returned, with a pair of boots, and more concerning a heavy looking paddle.
Not too bad, but not perfect. He sat down and tapped his knees. Up and over. An order to me. I rose up and lay across his legs. I was fearful of what lay ahead but my cock didn't care, it was rock hard. Boss squeezed his hand between the back of my thighs and squeezed my balls.
Perfect My dick hardened.
I like slaves who get excited at the prospect of pain. You are going to be hard quite a lot whilst I own you .
Already he was making it clear that I could be sold off at any time, my cock surprisingly got harder.
Suddenly my arse was on fire. One
Two
Three,
Ten whacks in total.
Each one had been accompanied by an increasing audible whimper ,
Off.
Kiss his feet and thank him. Thank him for allowing you to be punished in his place.
He pushed me off his knees, I was disoriented on the floor, in front of me a pair of bare feet.
I crawled over, and kissed each one.
I said Thank him, Say the words.
T_H_A_N_K Y_O_U S_I_R
Thank you sir. I whispered Louder Thank You Sir, I said louder.
Ok I'm off to bed for a couple of hours. Slave come with me, I want to see how loose that ass of yours is. He threw a cushion at me, you for now can sleep there. I was alone. I looked around for Master's jock strap, picked it and pressed it to my face and settled down and tried to catch up on my sleep.
Inhaling I dreamt that I was with Master, back in London where along with the other slaves we were hoping to win time alone with him to prove our devotion. The task involved some breath play, the one who could put up with Master restricting our breath the longest won. Within seconds of Master placing his hands over my face I began to cough. I suddenly woke, a bare foot was pressed against my face. I slowly opened my eyes.
It was Gunter. When he realised my eyes were open he pressed harder and , his heel prising my lips apart,
Yes it's awake,
Boss from elsewhere in the room spoke.
Forgot to tell you GUnter may be my Slave, but he's a rather sadistic dom otherwise, when he's out in the bars alone, there is always a queue of eager subs waiting to serve him.
Bring him here. Gunter grabbed me by the collar and dragged me along the floor, into the kitchen area. There on the floor was a mound of what looked like scrambled eggs, and sliced sausage.
Eat
Boss wasn't kidding earlier when he said I was going to have to earn even a bowl to eat from. At least the food was warm and edible.
Boss and Gunter conversed at the dining table. Whilst I had my face deep in egg mixture. I was so hungry that I began to lick the floor surrounding it, in the hope of picking up stray bits.
Finished. Yes Boss
Good. We're heading out. I've been thinking on how best to mark you as my slave. It's usually a tattoo, but in your case I've decided to go for piercings. And by that I mean more than just one.