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Unexpected ownership part 2
Dripping wet, I ran to the door phone.
Please come in Master I am ready to serve.
I pressed the buzzer, opened the door wide (i hoped the other residents of the block had left for the day) and prostrated myself, adopting the yoga child's pose, i could hear the heavy thud of footsteps come up the stairs, my apprehensiveness increased.
This will have been the first time i had been inHis presence since He made it clear i was nowHis property. What next i wondered. my thoughts were interrupted when i felt a heavy boot heel stomp into my back.
Good thing, get me coffee- strong, black no sugar.
Lifting up i saw a pair of leather clad legs walk into my room, getting up i rushed to the kitchen to get coffee as ordered. How long does it take to boil a kettle I asked myself, at least the cafetiere was there ready to be used, and not needed to be washed.
Coffee made, i walked toward my room, there He was sat inHis throne, looking impatient:
Took your time, find a way of making it quicker next time.
Down.
i knelt and made an approach to worshipHis boot.
Not so quick, I've decided you need to work a bit harder before you can serve me in that way. At the moment you are only good enough to be my foot rest. I've got an hour before I need to be in work, so I'm going to rest my legs , you can be My footstool. I've got a stressful day ahead, so this better be a relaxing 60 minutes. Any fidgeting and you will suffer the consequences . Understand?.
Yes Master.
Good, but I've decided I'm not yet your Master I may own you but you haven't reached the heights of slave status yet, you are property, a thing an object to be used, so Sir will do. I will call you thing. Lowercase thing.
Understand?
Yes Sir.
Ok , let's get comfortable, by that I mean My comfort, I don't give a stuff about yours.
I readopted the yoga pose i was in to greet Him earlier, i hoped it would be the most comfortable for me. It wasn't particularly, His heavy boots weighing heavily on the bottom of my poorly developed lats. A few minutes in i heard a rustle, and a flick of a lighter.
Nothing better to kick off the morning than a good cigar, don;t you agree? he asked No need to answer, thing, you will always agree with me from now on.
The sky is pink- you agree Seawater taste sweet -you agree you have a pathetic excuse for a dick - you agree I'm always right ... what do you do?. I agree Sir I replied.
I like quick learners, the best type of property. Carry on like this you will go far.
The time went slowly, i was managing to stay as still as possible, my mind concentrating on my good fortune. Being used and owned had been a long term fantasy, here it was becoming reality.
A clump of ash fell next to my head.
Swallow, tell me what it tastes like.
I took this order as permission to move. Whilst causing as little disruption to Master M as possible.
Like manna Sir. Manna straight from Heaven.
Good answer , I may not be your Master yet, but I deserve to be worshipped like a God, a God who provides gifts to those that worship him. Of course fail to do it properly and you will suffer.
Returning to my initial pose back to being a footrest, flecks of ash fell on my back, occasionally a burning ember. i was getting increasingly uncomfortable but i was determined to be the best foot rest ever. Sensing Master M's restlessness i wondered if i was failing in my task, when He said,
Almost time to go.
You've been satisfactory, , a few more sessions like this and you will be fit enough to lick these boots.
Stay there whilst I get ready to leave, don't move. This will help you concentrate. It was His cigar butt. Chew on this, but don't swallow.
Like an eager animal i chewed on what was left of His cigar the resulting saliva dribbling down my mouth into my beared. The heady taste of tobacco started to make my head spin. It was heavenly.
Master M re-entered the room. Ok thing. Get up. In His hands HE held a sports bottle a pint glass i could see that they were full of an amber liquid. Master M sensed my excitement - yes thing, piss, My Piss. enough to keep you hydrated for the next few hours.
Thank You Sir, Thank You so much Sir. i mumbled, the cigar butt still in my mouth now a pile of disintegrated mush.
I knew you'd like it. Ok spit the cigar out, He said holding outHis hand.
Complying i emptied my mouth into His gloved hand. He spent a minute or so playing with it , squeezing the excess saliva into the pint glass. Cigar juice and piss - I am far too generous to you . Now stand, turn round and bend over.
Obeying, i found myself with my arse being opened, and a leather finger being inserted, then something soft and damp. The remains of the cigar butt.
Ok let's see how long you can keep that up there.
I'm off. I don't know when I wil be back, depends on the reports from your Trainer, and Boss.
The door closed. Boss? What Boss? Before i could think anymore about that my phone had a text.
`thing NEXT TIME MAKE SURE you GET ME DRINKABLE COFFEE'