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Unexpected ownership part 5
Over the next few days i got used to the change to my diet, 100g of porridge made from piss, depending on Master Ms instructions this could be fresh from Trainer Dom, or soaked overnight using Trainer Sam's gift from my evening session. Trainer Dom had become crueler since his punishment for allowing me to see his dick, as well as his piss he made sure to snort up a good amount of phlegm to add to my morning drink.
Other than this working day for the rest of the week was to all intentents quite ordinary, go to work, work, come home from work. Have meetings, gossip with colleagues and discuss weekend plans. Of course none of this involved me telling anyone that i was now an owned thing, a thing who no longer had any control over his dick. The only exciting even during the week was being introduced on the Friday to a new contactor, who would be working alongside me for one of my projects, although it was likely we would not actually see each other often.
6ft 3, late 40's ,shaved head, a greying/blondish beard and muscled, and not that lean type of muscle either, proper beefy muscle, only achieved by a combination of a healthy appetite and lots of weight lifting. I'm guessing size 13 feet. Dressed in an ultra smart three piece. He oozed charisma and charm. I was rather taken by him. I was also convinced i had seen him before.
"Darren" he said putting out a giant hand, "Good to meet you"
i was immediately seduced by his deep measured middle class accent. He was a dreamboat.
Offering my hand.
"Thi.... Thomas" almost declaring my name to be Thing, so used was i now after almost 5 weeks of ownership.
"Welcome to the company. Hope you enjoy your time here"
His hand firmly gripped mine, i have always preferred a man with a firm grip, but this was something else, he was making a statement.He finally loosened his grip, my hand however lingered in his palm for a few seconds part recovering, part trying to extend the contact .
He smiled, his green/blue eyes looking directly at me.
God six weeks ago, if he had commanded me to kneel and kiss his feet I would have done. My mind must have wandered.
Thomas, Thomas,..
Sorry , i was miles away
We must have a proper meeting on Wednesday when I've settled in.
Yeas, Please Si.. i stopped myself calling him Sir, just in time.
He smiled, and left me to the rest of my work.
That night i was out with friends having a meal, it was our first proper catch-up since being Master M's property.
Usually there is a lot to catch up on, but i was not ready to give them all my news. I decided instead to talk about Darren and how gorgeous he was.
I noticed that i had a text from Master M. Excusing myself i went to the bathroom to read.
Thing, I am waiting for your picture, It was 7.15. The day's excitement had made me forget.
Forgive me Sir, i got caught up with meeting my friends.
Be prepared to be punished , but in the meantime enjoy the rest of the evening. Tomorrow will be a busy day. I'll send you the instructions at 10.30 tomorrow. Be prepared to obey them.
I returned to my friends, 7.55pm approached, I rushed to the bathroom, the cubicle was busy. Fuck i thought i cant be late again.
7:58
7:59
8 pm, Shit.
8:01 the cubicle was free I rushed in. Locked the door, took and sent the photo just as the display on the phone turned to 8:04.
By the time i returned to my friends another message .
Late again, that's double the punishment.
Tomorrow's breakfast will be 200g of porridge, I'm sure Dom's phlegm will add extra flavour.
My stomach turned, just as the desert arrived.
Saturday morning. Early. Slightly hungover i went through the ritual of receiving Trainer Dom's piss. He smilled as he brought up three lumps of phlegm, and told me to fuck off home.
I had completed my shopping quickly making sure i was home and ready by 10:29. Dead on 10:30 a message.
Thing, this is what punctuality looks like.
Be outside on the pavement in five minutes.
In my eagerness to please i was there in three.
Trainer Dom, turned up in his car.
Get in the back put on this blindfold and lie down, I'm taking you to Master M's.
The journey seemed to take longer than I thought it would, surely Master M lived close, his Scruff profile suggested it was only a few hundred meters.
I'm going the long way - just in case you were wondering. The journey took for ever, noy once did Trainer Dom exchange a word. Silence except for the hum of the engine.
The car stopped, the back door opened , still obeying the instruction to lie down, i was dragged out by my shoulders., and carried into what i gathered was Master M's house.
I was thrown on to the floor into what felt like a head of hard objects.
Thank you Dom. I'll call you when I need you,
Silence, except for some heavy breathing.The air was heavy with cigar smoke,
A sudden kick to the guts brougjt me to me senses.
Ok time for you to properly serve me.
The kitchen and bathroom are filthy you will rectify that.
Strip and stand, and put your arms out.
I must have hesitated, "Are you deaf?' followed by a hard kick to my balls. Quickly i got up and strippd.
Master M place some shackles round my wrists and ankles.
I'm not making this cleaning job easy for you. Now get into that kitchen, and clean.
The kitchen was a mess plates piled up on the sink, debris on the floor and spills everywhere. Thing! By the way I don't have many cleaning implements, be creative.
Master M wasn't wrong, a dishevelled mop, a couple of stinky dishcloths and a few brushes that had seen better days. Thankfully he had plenty of bleach.
Undeterred, i got to work, i was here to serve my Owner
I quickly tackled the dishes. Master M ordered me to keep the scraps of leftovers , as he had a compost bin outside, I scraped the scraps into a clean container, wondering how long those cold chips had been on the plate for. Then i was elbows deep in warm soapy water.
The smell of fresh cigar smoke filled the house, Master M, was certainly not one of your a couple of cigars on a Saturday Night types. He was a full fledged genuine cigar smoker.
Whack, stop daydreaming and clean.
Master M, stood behind me a thick leather belt in his hand,
Sorry Sir.
I went back to the chores, the dishes were put away, the floor was cleaned, Not an easy job when shackled, and the only effective way to to the task was to be on my knees scrubbing as if i was a 1930's scullery maid.
As i was checking my work, licking off a piece of dirt that i had missed from the fridge door, Master M came in took three steps, and left. He left 6 size 13 Wesco boots on the clean floor. At the door to the kitchen he looked at me laughed.
Well, you are not going to let those stay there are you. Get that face down and lick those marks up.
Half way through the third bootmark, He returned. I'm hungry , I'm ordering a takeaway, pass me your bank card you are paying.
Crawling to my clothes i got my card and handed it to Him. He quickly handed it back.
It will be here soon, better get yours ready. Those food scraps, bring them here, my stomach did a somersault , it knew what was next.
Returning with a bad of left over food, at least four days worth of breakfast, lunch, dinner, and post pub visits to the chip shop.
There's plenty here, microwave it and then blitz half in the nutribullet. I returned to the kitchen.
As I was about to put the bowl of slops in to be heated up.
Thing, here something else for it, he first tapped his cigar, a heap of ash, and putting his finger against his right nostril evacuated his sinuses, a green splodge landing on the top of what was already an unappetizing meal.
Master M's meal arrived just as my meal was ready.
Ok we are going to eat together, although I'm probably going to enjoy My mexiacn more than you are your slops.
He ordered me to sit on the floor next to Him, wanting me to see Him enjoy his food, as the half warm slop went down my gullet.
How does it feel to be eating my slop Thing?
It feels like an honour Sir.
Lying fuck, but the right lie. If you continue like this you will go far.
We both finished the meal.
Stand and turn away.
I did as instructed , another whack with the belt. Time for the bathroom. Get going.
I want that toilet clean enough to eat off, and the floor sparking.
I started with the floor, brush in hand, my shoulders started to ache with the repetitive back and for action. I sat up, and started to rub my shoulders, within seconds i fell forward, as a heavy boot hit me in the back.
Fucking, slacker. Clean, or I'll get Dom to pick you up and dump you by the side of the Common.
Sorry Sir, I whimpered.
As i did this Master M , turned round, i heard the opening of a zipper, and the gush of water. Master M was pissing on the floor.
Walking out He muttered - you missed a bit.
By this stage i realised i needed some cloths, i didn't want to disturb Master any more than need be so i crawled to where i i undressed, picked up my shirt, and returned to the bathroom.
Is that how you react to a gift. I was being considerate, drink, you might not get anything else. Feeling stupid, i crawled back to the bathroomand laped up as much of the piss i could. What was left was mopped up by the shirt.
Time to tackle the toilet. It was piss and shit stained., it was going to be a difficult job. My already damp shirt was soon wet and filthy. However, i soon got the inside of the bowl clean, sparling indeed. Another twenty minutes later the whole toilet was clean.
Satisfied i returned to Master M's side. Prostrated myself, and waited,,and waited. A gobbet of ash fell in front of my head.
Eat, - then tell Me what you want.
The ash was eagerly eaten. Sir the toilet is clean.
I'll be the judge of that. He walked towards the bathroom, i crawled behind.
"Clean enough to eat from would you say?" - He asked
"Yes Sir"
" Let's test it out'
Grabbing my ear, he dragged me towards the bowl, he forced my head inside " Start Licking".
As I started to lick, He asked if it was clean. "Yes Sir"
"Could do with another rinse if you ask me" Suddenly my head was engulfed in water, i started to lift my head, but it was kept inside the bowl.
"I said lick"
Another rinse.
The water stopped, my head was yanked from the inside of the bowl, blinking, and spluttering, He slapped my face.
"So is it clean"
Water dripping down my face, in aw if his power I responded.
"Yes Sir"
Good follow me.