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I woke stiff from the previous night. The curtains were open and light was streaming into the bedroom. I looked up and the bed was empty. I could hear noise from the kitchen.
I always tried ready for Boss's first order of the day. I had failed to do so.Usually failure was met being suffocated by Gunter's feet as a wake up call. Boss had just let me sleep.The chain that the collar had attached to my collar the night before was still there, as were the bars used to secure me to the vertical bars.
I crawled into the kitchen, Boss was sitting down eating his breakfast. He pointed at me, clicked his fingers and pointed at his feet. IU crawled over and began to worship them.
On your back.
His size ten left foot settled on my face. He began to press down, he moved the foot forward, the heel above my mouth.
Open
Obeying. The heel fell into my open mouth, I began to worship it, the dried skin fell to the back of my throat. Boss tasted wonderful.
He ignored me for the next ten minutes, as he read his newspaper, and drank his coffee. Looking up, the beautiful dick was hanging down barely covered by his dressing gown. I remembered that last night I had finally been allowed to taste it again for the first time since Paris. I was mesmerised by its power, knowing that it had, if Boss so wished it was the source of food, drink, and ecstasy and pain. Last night I had been allowed to experience it close up, but I knew it could be ages before I did so again. Perhaps never.
Enjoying the view? That's rhetorical by the way. Of course you are. Why wouldn't you be. I watched as he began to stroke it. It got harder, thicker and longer, The foreskin pushed back behind the head, his slit winking at me, taunting me with its power.
Look at it, just think what it could do to you. You want it at the back of that throat , filling your mouth, suffocating you . You want it up that tight hole of yours , loosening it with just one thrust. But do you deserve it. Perhaps all you deserve from it is fresh piss, or do you even deserve that. As he spoke his rhythm increased, and his breath got deeper .
HE pushed his chair back, and opened his legs wider. He briefly stopped to click his fingers. Kneel. I turned over, dragged myself from under the table and knelt in front of him.
He lifted his right leg, his foot in front of my face, I began to suck his toes, my view of his dick was now obstructed, but I could still hear.
Swallow that foot you pig, he said , each word interrupted by a grunt
My ash eating, piss drinking, foot worshipping piss pig. I bet you want this dick don't you? Answer me.
My mouth was full , as I choked on his foot. Yes Boss, I want your dick. Didn't understand a fucking word. But I guess the answer is yes. He pulled out his foot.
My eyes looked at the floor Eyes up. Look at this, consider the power it has on you. You want it so badly don't you, yet you know you are not going to get it.
He stood up, and took two steps towards me, two strokes, and my face washed awash with his spunk.
Fuck, that was good. You are such a good slave. Stay there, I'm going to clean up.
I could hear the shower, I was still stiff from the night before, and I was suddenly aware of the fact that I stank of piss, not just one Man's piss, a whole bar full. Some cum fell down my forehead into my eyes, whilst some more pooled in the middle of my lip. I resisted the urge to wipe, or lick it away. I had to wait for Boss to instruct me to get clean.
Half an hour later Boss appeared. Smartly dressed in a shirt, tie, suit and a pair of expensive shoes.
He placed a bowl on the floor. My Breakfast. He began to speak.
I've got an important meeting with some clients. If it all goes well you could be busy next week. In the meantime have a rest. Don't bother getting clean. You'll be back at the bar again tonight.
You were a hit. I made a grand out of you.
Don't look at me like that. I paid Ed a hell of a lot of money for you, I need to recoup it. Remember This Slavery business is just that a business. I made a deal with the bar manager, every Friday you'll be on duty as a urinal in the members bathroom. Ten Euros per visit.
Now rest . I'll be back in time to get you installed for seven pm..