"Thanks Thom, just turn after this lights we can walk from there." "You're quiet, back there is everything OK?" "Yes, Mr Stephens" I replied keeping quiet about the fact that I need to expel this piss that I had drunk less than an hour earlier. "There he goes again Mr Stephens, remember what I told you" "Yes Thom, we'll see" The car came to a stop. Mr Stephens undid his seatbelt but otherwise made no attempt to move. It suddenly occurred to me. I exited the car and opened the door for him.He nodded in approval. He pushed me down on all fours, and tickled me behind the ear.
I heard Thom's car door open and close. "Go and say thank you" I crawled round the front of the car, the front lights were illuminating Thomas's legs. I craned my head, his cap was off, his red hair was now visible. He spat on each boot, I bent forward saying Thank I kissed his left boot, You, I kissed his right. I was still on the ground when I heard the driver's car door slam,
"Get up and come here" I crawled over to Mr Stephens and rested my head against his leg.
"Thanks again" "No worries, and remember, discipline and respect" The car drove away, and Mr Stephens and I were for that moment alone. "As you are down there, you can crawl behind, you can stay with me tonight you need some sleep." We walked along the road, Mr Stephens boot heels a few meters ahead of my eye-line, each step was mesmerising.
Inside he suggested I quickly went and emptied my bladder when I returned a planet was already on the ground. "Sleep tight, Boy's walk will undoubtedly be late, I'll have to deal with that tomorrow" As it hadn't been mentioned I remained in the outfit I had worn that night, and counted myself lucky that I had been given an additional unexpected training opportunity.
It had been a restless sleep, the full leather outfit and boots made it difficult to fully relax. Other than the sound of Boy's occasional growl the house was quiet. I had no doubt that Mr Stephens would be up soon. It realised that just as Boy was not allowed upstairs, I had thus far been confined to the ground floor, and then only the kitchen, shower room, and lounge.
As I contemplated this it occurred to me that Mr Stephens expected me to be naked in his presence when in doors as such as possible, so I pulled off my boots, and slid out of my leathers. I folded them neatly, and made my way t the kitchen. There were some dishes waiting to be cleaned. I examined them closely there was nothing that I could lick off, disappointedly I ran the water, washed, dried and put them away. I then took my position in the corner, knelt and waited.
I watched as the clock on the microwave changed, I was in that position for at least forty-five minutes, shuffling my knees to ward of stiffness, before the kitchen door opened. "So this is where you are ?"
"Yes, Mr Stephens" He gave me a strange look. "It's time for Boy's walk. Now do you do it in leathers, or naked, only kidding about the latter. But I don't want you scaring the nice yummy mummies who have moved into the area with your cum and piss stained cow skin do we"
He disappeared for some fifteen minutes, I could hear noises upstairs. He finally returned.
"Catch" "Get them on you "
I stood up, and looked at what he had thrown, a baggy t shirt, sweat stained grey jogging pants and a damp jock strap. Without thinking I picked up the jock strap and inhaled. "Like that then smile then?" "Yes, Mr Stephens" I detected a brief change in his demeanour before he recovered. Both t shirt ad jogging pants were too big, the drawstring just about secured the pants so they didn't fall down, after a month of being dressed smartly, when walking Boy the feeling was odd and not a good one. "Ok get out Boy needs a walk, and bring back some croissants."
Boy's behaviour was more erratic than usual, on the walk he kept close to me rather than trying to walk as far ahead as the lead would allow, and when we reached the park he was less keen on running after his ball and more interested in jumping up on my legs. I realised eventually he was excited by his master's scent, just as I was when I sniffed Mr Stephens jock before slipping it on. Under the pretence of securing the slightly too large jogging bottoms shoved my hand down my crotch adjusting my locked dick, Removing my hand I then sniffed my hand Mr Stephens scent was still strong I put the lead back on and hurried to take Boy home.
Sometime later I was knelt against Mr Stephens. He hadn't yet dressed, he had just lit one of the cigars I had bought him, his dressing gown was open and his dick and balls were on show, in front of him his breakfast every now and them he would tear a piece of croissant and hold it in his fingers for me to ear directly from his hand. "Thank you Mr Stephens"
"Ok. I think we need to discuss how you address me. You've called me Mr Stephens now for five weeks. Why?"
"Respect Mr Stephens, deference." "Tim in the office finds it funny, does that not bother you?" " No Mr Stephens, I couldn't call you Kyle like he does, when elsewhere I address you more respectfully"
"Hmm, perhaps that's what That was getting at, how can it be showing deference when there is no difference between how you address me in the office when Tim and others are in ear shot, and here when you are sat naked on the floor, or indeed like last night subject to training by a group of leather men." There was a heavy moment of silence"Understand" "I think I do..." "So, continue" "I think I do Sir" "That sounds much better "
He offered me another piece of croissant, "Thank You Sir" "Well done" He ruffled my hair and pulled my head forward so it rested in his crotch. "Why are you smiling?" "You smell nice Sir" "Get in closer then" He moved slightly and shoved my face so it could inhale the mushiness of his balls. "Remember no touching, or tasting just breathe" he said as he placed the coffee cup on the table. My nostrils filed with his scent, and I began to consider what the last fifteen minutes or so meant, when I heard him speak. "Hi there, thanks again for the lift last night, and the pep talk. We've agreed that I am now to be address as Sir. Ha! Baby steps, or is that puppy steps." "Thom says about time, and thanks you for the boot cleaning" Now let's get into the lounge, I can lie back whilst you sniff my arse.