A brief recap on some the characters"
Thomas/ Tommy/ Tommy Boy, The hero, whose experiment with self controlled chastity has led him into a new life of ownership and slavery.
Master M - A mysterious aloof Top, Tommy's original Master, who has transferred ownership temporarily to Darren
Master Darren - initially Tommy's colleague, then his boss, and now his owner and Master
David / Dave - Encouraged by Darren to explore his Dom side, has found that he enjoys being in control, and has taken ownership of his former Boss.
Chris, AKA Chrissy - A business acquaintance of Darren's , who quickly became under the control of his office monkey employee Dave. Signed over control of the business to Davem and slowly becoming his gimp slave.
Michael, Peter, Chris - Two Master and their slave, established in a triad. Michael especially has power over Tommy especially during his hours working at the gym
"Look at the doggies" I heard a voice accompanied by the rattling of metal. I opened my eyes, Micahel and Peter were both stood looking through the bars of the cage where Chris's and i had been put to bed the night before.
"And look our own dog has a stiffy, he really must like his new friend." I then sensed Chris was behind me, and i could feel his dick rubbing against my back, was i going to be fucked again?
Chris started to intesify the rubbing, when .
"No time for that. Let's get that cage open. It's breakfast time, there's plenty of chores for them to be getting on with."
Peter opened the cage, and first dragged out Chris, then me. We were both on our knees, i followed Chris's lead by pawing the ground , and excitedly barking , hoping that our Masters would show us some attention. Peter crouched down, and started petting Chris, who turned over on his back allowing his owner to tickle his belly. I on the other hand was left alone watching the tenderness between Master and slave. Michael, grabbed me, he took off my paw mittens, and dragged me by the collar to the foot of the stairs leading up to the ground floor.
"Up, and quick". I realised that i was no longer a dog slave, just a slave, i hurried up the stairs, and knelt in the hallway waiting. Eventually all three of them walked up the stairs. Still kneeling Michael walked up to me, and pushed me down towards his bare feet.
I kissed each one, unsure of the protocol.
"Ok boy. Stand, time for breakfast." He lifted me up by the collar so I was standing. Michael and Chris were smiling, as they ushered me into the kitchen, and told to sit. I looked around trying to work out the best place on the floor to do so, when Chris pulled out a chair and pulled me on to it.
"Ok, less of the Master , slave stuff while we eat. Everyone needs a break now and again, I certainly do "said Michael " I hope you like pancakes"
I nodded, " Yes Sir" "Michael" " Sir, I'm more comfortable continuing being respectful. Unless you order me to call You Michael" " Sir it is. Fuck Darren really has found a good one this time/"
Peter , brought the pancakes to the table, it was a shock to the system to be eating in company at a table using cutlery after weeks of eating on the floor from a bowl. I concentrated on eating observing the interaction between the three. Michael and Peter were definitely in charge, but Chris's opinions were genuinely asked for, with regard to house issues, and long term plans regarding a holiday.
Then the meal finished, Chris cleared the table and took the plates to the sink. He looked at me, his eyes instructing me to join him. Michael and Peter left the kitchen.
"Ok, when they return we will be slaves again. I have a feeling they will be leaving us alone for much of the day, but for now remember obey any order. If unsure follow my lead. Understand?" I nodded
Michael and Peter returned.
Chris dropped to his knees,his back straight, and looking directly in front of him into the middle distance. I did the same. Peter approached Chris, Michael me. They twisted us round so that as couples we were both eye level with our equal, Chris and me, Michael and Peter.
Peter started to rub his hand over Chris's face, Michael the same to me, Chris started to choke as Peter's fingers found their way down his throat, soon i was gagging as Michael's fingers forced thier down mine. Suddenly we were both pushed forward, our faces now aligned with the other's butt cheeks.
I could feel Michael's finger's work their way into my hole, in spite of the buttplugs that I had been instructed to practice with, my hole was still tight, and i could sense that Michael wasn't going to get more than three fingers in. From my position on the floor i could see that Peter had his whole fist in Chris's hole, a fist and more. I watched as he slowly retracted, widening his palm as he did so, before closing and pushing it firmly in again. I gently groaned as Michael played with my hole, he bent over and whispered (one day this will be my fist) , groan that were drowned out by the animalistic grunts of Chris as his Master pumelled his arse.
Suddenly the noise ceased, a sign that Peter had ceased the fisting, when suddenly Peter brought his arse juice covered fist in front of my face.
"Clean it pig" he growled, forcing the hand into my mouth urging me to savour the taste of my fellow slave, my vision was now obscured, but i could hear Chris sucking my juices off Michaels fingers. I felt guilt that my still stight arse could not yet accommodate a fist and that Chris was not getting as much pleasure from this as I was.
Simultaneously we were lifted up again, looking at each other we could not help but smile seeing our arse juices dribble down the other's face. Our faces were then pushed together .
"Snog, Get those juices nice and mixed up" Ordered Peter. Our mouths and and tounges battled in a passionate kiss, as our butt juice flavored saliva, merged d into one.
Enough with the fun said Miachel, you both have work to do. Follow me. We both crawled behind him, Chris taking the lead, allowing me to look in wonder and his still gaping hole, my mouth drooling knowing that i had just been fed its contents.
We were led into what was obviously the living room. In opposing corners of the room there were two piles of boots, at a guess 15 pairs some of which looked as if they had seen better days. Some still rather clean, other looking as if they had years of dirty ingrained in them. Next to them a number of brushes and some boot polish.
Ok boys, your task today is to get every single one of these boots polished, and perfectly serviceable. Fifteen pairs each, the one who does the best job will be rewarded.
Peter grabbed hold of my collar and dragged me to one corner, Michael doing likewise with Chris. My pile was a jumble of boots some tied together the majority loose. even sorting them out into the correct pairs was going to be a challenge, there was by the look of it five pairs of 14 eye hole, size 11 Dr Marteens. How was I going to make sure that they the left was matched to the correct right .
I sat down to think how i was going to begin this task, when Michael came back in. Change of plan boys. He picked up the brushes and polish. We'll be back later with these, for now you can use your tongues.
I glanced at Chris he looked as dejected as i felt our job had just gout considerably harder . "Remember the best job get a reward."
He again left the room. I started to go through the boots, trying to sort them out, my brain being distracted by the scent of stale foot sweat that came from each one, i was tempted to ask Chris if it was possible to tell which one was Peters and which was Michael's just by smell, but his nose was at that time stuck deeply into a pair of Dehner boots, inhaling his Master's scent, i could not but notice that as he did so his dick got harder.
I finally separated them into what i thought were pairs, and set about tongue scraping and cleaning them, inhaling the scent as i did, i realised that the scent in each boot although subtly different had enough in common that they must have all belonged to either Michael or Peter. As I licked the dirt mud, and quite likely dried piss off the boots i started to think about the daily office ritual that i iused to have with Darren, and realised that although it had only been 24 hours that i missed him and longed for his smell, and his touch.
After about two hours by which time my mouth was try and i was barely able to produce enough saliva to clean the boots. Then we both heard the door open, immediately Chris and i knelt to attention.
Before us stood Michael and Peter.
Ok break time lets see how you're doing said Peter.. He came to my pile lifted up a boot looked at it and grunted, he lifted another and grunted again He repeated this with each boot, before throwing each one into the middle of the room. The boots under Chris's charge were suffering a similar fate.
Peter turned to Chris, Kitchen, and start making us lunch. Nothing yet for you too.
After Chris and left both Peter and Michael sat down on their sofa. They both removed their shoes and beckoned me forward.
Peter spoke , Ok Chris will have our lunch ready in 20 minutes. Time for you to worship our feet. Make sure you do a good job, inhale our smell, make sure each one is imprinted on your brain because you are going to have to identify each one of my boots by smell alone.
Failure to do so is not an option. Once you've done that its proper boot polishing time, and you both better do a better job that you've done so far