David and Simon laughed as they continued to smoke their cigars. Chris was kneeling between them. His face dripping with spit. Dave needed a piss, he grabbed Chris and took him to the bathroom.
Time to celebrate. It's been a long week. Chris nodded in agreement.
Chris's life had changed completely. Master David now owned him totally. As of Friday afternoon he had signed over ownership of the company to Dave. Dave wouldn't have to work ever again. Chris would continue to make sure that the business stayed afloat and made money, but it would all go into Master David's pockets.
David had made it clear to Chris that he'd not be allowed to do anything without permission, a trick he had learned from Master Darren. As a result he had spent every working day sitting in wet trousers as Master David had refused to let him go to the bathroom to piss. David got pleasure in seeing the discomfort in Chris is face as his bladder emptied into his Armani trousers. He had been tempted to start calling him pissy Chrissy. To make Chris's humiliation even greater, when ever David needed a piss, he'd make Chris accompany him to the bathroom. He'd pull out his dick, taunt Chris with it tempting him as he moved his mouth closer, before unleashing a torrent of piss making sure that his shirt was now as wet as his trousers. On at least one occasion David dragged Chris to the bathroom, took out his dick, pointed it towards Chris, who knelt there mouth open in hope that he would get to finally taste some piss, only to laugh , slap him across the face and put his dick back.
But turning Chris into a piss pig had only been part of it.
On Tuesday afternoon, he got Chris to drive them both to Brixton, to a back alley tattooist and piercer. "Hello Dave" "Hi Steve, this is Chris - he needs work doing" "Lots of work" I'll be back in an hour.
When David returned, Chris salon coffered hair, had been replaced by a zero crop, and his nose, ears and dick were now pierced.
Perfect, said David, How can I thank you?
"He stinks of piss, so obviously like a pit of yellow, I need a piss, can I use him"
Go ahead, in or on it doesn't matter Pissy Chrissy loves it don't you?
Yes Master David.
David instructed Chris to drive him home
Ok I've turned him into a pierced, piss pig, but what next.?
Darren replied, what would be the grossest thing that someone could ask you to do? David thought - "eat dog food" " There you go said Darren. From Champagne Charlie and his Michelin starred restaurants, to Pedigree Chum Chris eating from a dog bowl. "
When the car arrived at David's flat, he got out. Be here tomorrow at 8. And every day this week I'm not using the tube to get to work ever again.
By the way you need to go shopping , get a dog bowl, and twenty tins of dog food. By Thursday lunchtime Chris' diet had consisted of nothing but dog food, his stomach heaved each time he saw Master David open a tin, but he was totally under his control. The scally lad that he had taken on almost as a laugh was now in charge.
Lunchtime "Chris, look at this delicious can, do you want it." Dave saw the look of despondency on Chris's face "Say yum yum, Master David "
"Yum Yum Master David, cam a rather reluctant reply.
David then had an idea, and idea which grossed him out, but knew would gross out Chris even more. He emptied the contents of the can into the bowl took off a shoe and removed a sock, and trod the contents under his foot. He grimaced his disgust as he then lifted his foot.
Here's an extra treat for you, a lovely meal, and an even lovelier foot.
David enjoyed seeing Chris squirm as he removed the traced of dog food from his perfectly formed foot, seeing the confusion of disgust at the former, and joy of the latter.
Once Chris had finished, David pushed him back onto the floor and rubbed his foot over his face and piss soaked shirt.
I don't want dog food on me do I boy.
When Chris picked him up on Friday, David had thought about the next stage.
So Chrsi, do you like being my Slave?
Yes Master.
What would you do to make sure it continues.
Anything Sir, Anything? Yes Sir.
Would you suck my dick in public? Yes Sir.
Let me walk you round the hightsteet collared on all fours Yes Sir
Sign over the company to me. Chris hesitated, he had worked hard to develop the business, and had got a decent reputation. Then he thought again. He was where he was thanks to his family contacts, it was only fair that some one like Master David experienced the benefit,
Yes Sir, The company is yours.
Ok , get a solicitor in today, understand.
A few hours later, Chris was signing the paperwork, he was no longer the owner of the company, It was solely the property of Master David. As Chris celebrated the transfer with a glass of piss, Chris drank from a glass of champagne and took a puff from a cigar.
He offered the solicitor a cigra, shook his hand, and sid Thank You Simon, what are you doing for the rest of the night.