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For the past six months Dave had been working, as a glorified office junior in a smallish company just behind Trafalgar Square. He didn't really want to be there but his girlfriend was fed up with his less than stable work history , where he had tried his hand at had at labouring, bar work, couriering and low level drug dealing. . None of them made her happy, labouring left him filthy, bar work meant lates nights, at the least couriering meant he had good thighs due to all of the cycling, but as far as she was concerned that did not generate enough income, and Dave dare not tell her that the expensive meals that he infrequently treated her too were due to the drug dealing.
Then one day his boss Charles, had a meeting with a chap called Darren. He may have been his boss , but Dave had a low opinion of Charles. Public school educated, always dressed in an expensive suit, who once freaked when some some champagne he was drinking was spilt on one, perfectly coiffed hair and clean shaven. His only redeeming feature probably the fact he took care of his body, seeing a personal Trainer three times a week and keeping his body in fairly good shape. Other than that A total wanker, though Dave when he first encountered him. The way you addressed him depended on who you were, very senior colleagues called him Charles, less senior management Mr Rees, everyone else had to call him Sir. Friends outside apparently knew him as Chas.
So when Dave realised that Darren was calling him Charlie it came as a shock. Darren was unlike anyone he had met before, he ooze authority and dominance, not in the arrogant way that Charles tried to , this was natural, a calm voice that made you know he was in charge.
I was impressed, the bloke he was with, someone he hadn't really taken account of , Tommy late 40s, short, with little presence actually asked if he could go to the toilet. Dave thought that was quite funny, but burst out laughing when Darren made him ask if he could go and pee.
Before he knew it Dave was pissing down Tommy's throat. Dave had never done anything `gay' before, he would be the first to admit that he was quite prudish, missionary position, and a blow job if he was really lucky. Not only was Tommy a piss drinker, he wore a cage round his dick, and was apparently Darren's property. His slave. During this encounter Darren made it clear that Dave had the signs that he could be a Master, and dominate men.
That night instead of going home after work he's meet up with Darren who regaled him with the joys of being a Master, as well as the responsibilities that came with it, such as making sure that your slave felt secure , and safe in your presence. Dave thought this was interesting but he was straight, and he could not see his girlfriend buying into it.
Darren again made it clear that Dave's destiny wasn't to control women but men, in particular one man. Charlie.
Over the next week Dave met up with Darren, who gave him hints on how to conduct himself in the office, so that his natural dominance would overpower the fake authority of Charles. Darren was such a good mentor that things moved on very quickly.
By the end of the week Charles was Charlie, and Dave was David. Each day would with David been given a deep foot massage, and he was moved into Charlie's, taking over the large executive desk, and taken ownership of one of Charlie's credit cards. When he left on Friday he adopted Darren's policy of making his slave ask for permission to do the most minor of tasks
After a few days his girlfriend started to get suspicious of his later arrivals home, and the fact He didn't seem to want sex, and the one time he did he started to play rough. Friday evening mid mentoring session with Darren he received a text saying that the relationship was over. I have a plan said Darren, we can discuss that tomorrow, Charlie's going to be buying up some leathers.
That weekend he stayed with Darren, who told him of his plans for Tommy, plans which meant his flat would be vacant for at least two months, and another opportunity for Charlie to show his generosity.
By the start of the second week, another visit from Darren and Tommy had made me Dave realise that he liked having his dick sucked, not only that he liked the effect the ability to humiliate had on him. Tommy was one amazing cock sucker, but he relished telling Darren that it had only been an adequate job, despite the fact that he never came with such force with his now ex-girlfriend. As soon as he returned to his office, he sat down and ordered Charlie to start sucking.
The next day, he took Charlie to a tattoo artist that Darren had recommended. Once finished he had Property of David emblazoned across his back, while he also had him get his dick and nose pierced . Dave had great pleasure for the rest of the week getting Charlie's attention by shouting Oink Oink .
Friday came, Dave turned up in the office in a pair of 20 hole DM boots. On the way from Darren's he had stopped at a shoe shiner at the train station, on arrival he immediately ordered Charlie to start worshipping them. Taking delight seeing his tongue turn black . Periodically Dave would spit down on to the boot to encourage Charlie in his efforts.
He then noticed that Charlie had a conference call with an overseas client. He took Charlies phone, and placed it on the floor,. He then instructed Charlie that as soon as the call began he was to carefully begin to unlace the boots, remove then , and then reverse the process. The boots would need to be laced up perfectly. All this had to be done before the call had finished. If Charlie failed to do this before the end of the call held have to start all over. Needless to say, Dave was delighted when the call finished half way through the re-lacing of the second boot. It took another two attempts before Dave was totally happy with Charlie's attempts at doing up his boots. He showed his appreciation by giving him a good kicking. He ended the week by ordering two crates of champagne to be delivered to his new flat. He intended to spend the new couple of months living in style.
As he arrived in the office, Charlie was stood there. Arms behind him, eyes looking down. The three piercings in each ear that Dave had ordered him to have plainly in view.
Good Morning Sir. May I please go and pee Sir.
Dave smiled, Yes but stand there and just wet yourself. Dave's smile widened as a large wet patch appeared in Charlie's Savile Row, bespoke trousers.
Finished? Good. Sit down you disgusting pig.
At that moment he said a quiet thank you to whichever God had sent Darren and Tommy his way a fortnight earlier .