Looks pretty secure.
It was the fourth day of being alone with Boss in his apartment. The last three nights had involved eating food from the treads of his boots, an intense boot worship session, and topped off by two bladder fulls of piss.
I still hadn't touched Boss's dick since we left Paris, and Boss had made it clear that it was unlikely to happen for a while, so the piss was administered via a funnel, which stretched my jaw wide open. It was fixed after each evening lengthy boot worship session, and remained in place until Boss decided it was time for bed.
As Gunter was away rather than sleep in the corner of the room, I was to sleep next to Boss's bed, this meant that my nightly ritual of being a urinal was on hold. Instead Boss if he needed to piss would use the bathroom, forcing me to wake and accompany him, so I could see his dick and watch as his piss flowed into the bowl.
Envious of a lump of porcelain eh pig, he said as I watched him piss for the first time. As a result I was expected to watch Boss as he pissed day or night, as he taunted me with both his cock and his now all but forbidden nectar. All that he allowed me was to lick up the drops that he left on the seat or what fell on the bathroom floor as he withdrew.
He also decided that it wasn't right for me to piss in the toilet when it was plainly superior to me, at night I had to use a potty, in the day crawl into the shower , and let it flow out.
The previous evening he announced that I would spend the day cleaning the floors of the apartment, it was one of Gunter's usual duties, one which invariably had led to me being punished for missed corners in the kitchen. Today any errors would be my fault and the punishment undoubtedly would be severe
As I swallowed the last mouthful of cold breakfast porridge, Boss threw a scrubbing brush at me and ordered me to fill a bucket, and get cleaning.
Just as I was about to start getting the floor clean. He interrupted.
Not quite ready .
Stay there
The apartment was silent so I could hear the clattering of metal.
He entered the kitchen, in his hands a collection of chains.
Stand.
Boss bent down and attached some shackles to my ankles, they were joined by a chain long enough for me to stretch my hip comfortably apart. He then stood up and placed a pair around my wrists.
Now start cleaning. I knelt on the floor and placed the brush in the water and started to get to work.
Stop there.
There's a third chain I need to attach, care to guess where it's going.
I remained silent. I sensed one end of it being attached to the chain between my ankles, when Boss suddenly reached under and grabbed my soft dick. The other end was attached to the one that hung between my dickhead and guiche.
Long enough for it to be comfortable for now, but I'd not try and get up, or get too excited if i was you . He laughed and started to play with my dick. Mercifully it was brief as I felt a tug on the chain that led to my feet.
Ok get scrubbing.
Boss walked out leaving me in the kitchen. Crawling with the tangle of chains on my arms and legs was hard enough, doing so with the chain that went from my dick made it harder. It took ages to find a way of dunking the brush in the water, without overextending my reach, and the range of each stage of my crawl was limited by the dick chain.
Finally it was finished.
Not bad,
Now the bathroom.
Boss walked out. He certainly wasn't going to help me carry the bucket. The next ten minutes were spent with me almost flat on the floor pushing the bucket to the bathroom.
When I finally reached it Boss was there waiting.
About time. Not sure why you brought that, I have another bucket here waiting for you .
He laughed.
Before you start.
I want to make sure you have something to clean up
He pulled out his dick and unleashed a torrent of golden piss. He stood there, with his dick still out, when he pressed his foot in between my shoulder blades and pressed down.
Get drinking.
He stepped over me, and at the door of the bathroom, said.
Come on on I want to hear you slurping and enjoying that.
Alone in the bathroom I was face down in Boss, piss, drinking up as much of it as I could.
That's better, piggy noises of appreciation. Just what I like to hear,
Get up.
I lifted myself up as much as I could
And what does a pig like you need?
A tail of course.
He threw a butt plug on the floor in front of me, a buttplug with a curly tail at the base. He was indeed turning me into a pig.
He lifted the plug, suck it clean.
I opened my mouth and began to suck.
Ok let's get you prepared. I felt a cold gel at the entrance of my hole, soon followed by three fingers. I Think it was three, Boss had large hands and meaty fingers, it could have been two.
I began to groan.
Perfect, he placed his hand just below my face.
Open, I opened and the plug fell into his hand.
I felt it go in, and a hard slap to my right butt cheek.
Clean, he presented me with two fingers, I began to choke
Such a lovely sound, I can't wait until you are good enough to start choking on my dick again. Hi boot hooked itself at the chain connecting my ankles, and he gave it a tug. I squealed as my dick reacted to the pressure.
With that he left me to start cleaning the bathroom floor.