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"Get out and get showered", then get ready for your final punishment
Sir Damon 's voice came from outside the store room door. "It's time for us to say goodbye" I crawled out and immediately went down on his dusty workbooks. If this was the last tome I was going to have the opportunity of serving them I knew I had to make a good job. I was excited at the thought that Master and I would soon be reunited.
The sensation of water on my skin was amazing , I'd not had a proper wash in days. How many I had no idea, I had lost count. All I knew was that there was a pattern. Every morning I would be locked in the store room, with little to stimulate me, but my thoughts on what had led me to this position. Overnight I was released and punished. Sir Damon had a collection of floggers, crops and paddles which he took pleasure in using on my poor body, but his favourite was his belt.
After each punishment I was given a shamble to eat, I'd yet to eat anything warm, as my meal had been bought by Sir Damon and lunchtime, and was stone cold by the tome it was placed on the floor. Pizza, curry, Chinese, and his favourite. Before I was allowed to approach the bowl in which he had served it I was expected to squeal like a pig to show my thanks.
Dessert was always his work boots, after an hour or so of cleaning he would inspect them and tell me how much of a punishment my work had merited. Followed by a full on gagging session he had after a couple of days moved from just gagging me with his dick but his fingers feet and when he needed a rest I had choke myself on a dildo, all captured on his camera.
I finally decided I was clean and after drying myself I left the bathroom and crawled out towards the kitchen for my punishment. "I'm in here" Sir Damon's voice came from the lounge , just outside on the floor he had place his belt and a riding crop. Without thinking I picked up the belt by my mouth and was just about to crawl to him when I realised that there was a second option.
I hung the belt over my neck, and placed the crop in my mouth. As a slave taking the object that would be used to punish me was one ting, leaving another behind and removing from the Dom the opportunity to choose which to use was wrong.
Sir Damon's feet were all I could see as I entered the room. I crawled over to them he placed out his hand and I dropped the crop onto the open palm, he removed the belt and ordered me to walk over to the far wall, and take hold of the straps that were secured to it.
I stood there for five minutes waiting, before a blindfold was slipped over my head. I felt his breath on the back of my neck. "Don't say a word just nod, or shake your head. Your final evening, do you know how long you have been here?"
I shook my head. "Of course not, you are just a brainless mutt now aren't you. Nine nights, nine glorious sadistic nights. Have you enjoyed being my slave, being punished, getting gagged until you spew?" He placed his hand over my mouth , forcing my head into a vigorous nod. " Excellent, I'm so glad, you me, and your viewing public" He pressed himself into my back. "Those films I've taken of you choking on my dick, they've been posted on the internet. They've had a lot of views. I've made you a star. Do you like that" He forced my head into another nod. "To thank me you can take one final punishment"
It was an age before the first contact of the belt was made on my arse. Harder and more forceful that before, whereas I had managed to endure six or seven beatings before I started to whimper, I didn't even manage four before I screamed out "Please Sir Damon, Sir stop" He didn't reply but continued to administer the punishment, the belt being replaced after twenty starts by the crop. My eyes burned as the tears welled up. Finally it stopped. I felt a hot breath against my neck, as a finger drew a line from the middle of my back up my right flank and across my chest. The breath was now in my face. The hand pushed my face forward as a tongue invaded my mouth and began to kiss me. Something felt different the breath, the sense of touch the smell. As the tongue worked its way deeper I felt the blindfold being loosened, as it fell to the floor I noticed I was being kissed by a stranger.
"Ello Mate. I'm taking you home"He spat in my face before giving me another deep kiss.
He was a fifty-something skinhead. Sir Damon's voice came from they far end of the lounge. "Watching you get punished was almost as good as administrating it. Lou here is one of your biggest one line fans and he jumped at the chance to take care, I mean control of you.
"I've been looking forward to it all day, my mates have too. Now let's get you free" He laughed. "Free as if once a slave always a slave no freedom for you mate."
He undid the binding, and I was immediately on the floor living his cherry red boots."He's doing well. I can feel that tongue, through the leather." "Shut it. We don't want it getting too cocky. I've spent the last week and more making sure it thought it was a shit foot worshipper. And remember its it, not him or he"
Lou bent down. Has Damon here been a mean nasty man to you. He ruffled my hair He lifted my head up by my chin and spat directly in my face.
"I'm going to be meaner" He stood up. "Is it Ok if I piss here?" "Go ahead, it's thirsty as fuck and wont waste a drop"
Lou unzipped and pulled out his cock. I was on to in seconds. I lifted my hands and grabbed his heart arse, and waited. A constant stream emptied into my gullet, As it did Lou unleashed a drool of spit down my back.
"I can't take it out like that. Does it have clothes" I'd been naked since I undressed in Sir Michael's hall way. I had almost forgotten about the holdall of clothes that Master had deposited. Lou rummaged. "This will do."
It was disappointing to find was the suit and trousers I last wore. Filthy from the puddle that I had knelt in over a week ago. "You'll be happy I chose that by the end of the night"
"Well boy it's been a pleasure. 'Til we me again. I was about to bend down to give Sir Damon's boots a kiss. "I don't have time for that. Come on" Lou had opened the door and was already in the hall way. "Get up , get out"
Before I even had time to think about it I was following him to a car parked on the street outside.
Five minutes later we were on the road. "Ok, from now on you address me as Boss. Nothing else just Boss. Understand. " I nodded . "Understand" He hit me hard in my groin. "Yes Boss"
"I expect you are wondering what I have planned for you today?" "Yes Boss" "As luck will have it there's a huge skinhead event on this weekend. And you are going to be helping my skin brothers celebrate. But first something to eat. That stomach of yours needs filling no doubt"
He parked his car, and ordered me out. I immediately knelt waiting for Boss's next instruction. "up and follow me" My heart sank as we approached a chip shop. Could I stomach another meal of cold chips. "Take a seat" Boss walked to the counter, and before long was sat opposite me. He didn't say a word, but looked directly in my eyes. "Don't you dare look away " Some ten minutes passed,"That's our order " Boss raised his hand.
"Hi Lou, a new friend?" Said the old man placing two plates in front of us,. "You could say that "
"Go on eat" Although there was a knife and fork on the table I lifted by the chips with my fingers. A fresh hot chip. It was amazing. My first hot meal in days, I was however nervous throughout waiting for something to be dropped on the floor with an expectation that I'd go down and eat it. But that never materialised. It was a civilised meal the first for as long as I could remember.
"Don't get used to this, I just thought a respite from the life of a slave would be good for you"
We finished the meal, and I was ordered out.
"Follow me" We walked past Boss's car, and two sheets away we were outside a pub. The lights were still off. He knocked on the door, which was opened and were quickly ushered in.
I was immediately pushed down on the floor. "No nor standing until I tell you"
He pressed my face into the carpet, the smell and taste of stale beer filled my lungs. "|Now crawl in there" He pointed to the bathroom. I pulled myself along the floor to my destination,
"Is he going to manage" "Of course it will, it will be in its element" I eventually made it to the bathroom
After the damp smell of the carpet, it was a surprise to be confronted by a cleaning clean floor. I waited for Boss to join. "On your knees" I looked up. The far wall had an old-fashioned floor level trough, In the corner kneeling a man in a suit.
"It would be rude to have you here all alone, we thought you'd both appreciate some company." Boss pointed me to the other end of the trough Not that you will have much time to talk. The skin who had let us in the pub joined us. "Here you go Boss" handing something over he walked over to the other suited man. Simultaneously they inserted piss gags in our mouths. "Another thirty minutes we open. Let's see which one of you get the most soaked.