Date: Sat, 07 Jan 2006 13:34:42 -0500 From: Bruno Ciardi Subject: Sir Called Part 18 Slave todd, slave george, and I knelt on the floor, waiting for MASTER's further orders. it struck me that MASTER felt completely at home in his new role as the sole dominant man in control of the three lives in subservient attention in front of him. His easy smile conveyed his satisfaction. He sat into the leather armchair, motioning for me to kneel on all fours in front of him as his footstool. I quickly put myself under his booted feet. Then he motioned for slave george to approach and lick his boots. Slave george began to massage MASTER's boots with his tongue with great devotion. Occasionally his tongue wet the small of my back where MASTER's left foot rested. The heat from his tongue seared me with its passionate heat, making my cock hard. Seeing my arousal, MASTER put his fingers under my nose, instructing me to breathe in his smell deeply, concentrating on the moment and on his dominant will. I was hypnotized once again by his power. After several hours of his scenario, with slave todd serving MASTER and then kneeling at the side of the chair so that MASTER could caress his head and hair, MASTER had us kneel in attentive mode again for instructions. "As you slaves know, part of the training of this household is one month in the slave training center. So slave george will be leaving tomorrow morning. Normally a master takes a slave to the center but since slave george has gone there before as a master I have requested that the center pick him up. After all, it is even more humiliating for a slave to be delivered by two slaves. He will stay for one month, just as the two of you did. He will learn to respond to my presence with complete subservience, loving every opportunity to prove his devotion as my slave just as slave tim once did for him and is now doing for me. You slaves will learn to become a family. You will love one another and will compete in only one way: To be more subservient to me, your MASTER. When slave george was a master he did not engage in much punishment. As you know, I am different. All infractions will be punished and each of you will learn to be grateful for all punishment for one reason -- it pleases me." "Tonight I have a special treat for slave george and slave tim. They will go on their first `date' as slaves. A friend of mine, Master Anthony from Bangkok is a Master with a great love of using his feet and boots to dominate and humiliate. I have agreed to let him take you two slaves out for a night of public use. He should be arriving soon. I want you two to shave each other from the neck down. He wants you to be hairless." Slave george and I went to our slave bathroom. Without speaking -- we didn't really know how to talk to each other slave-to-slave yet -- we got the shaving equipment. We showered in hot water, soaping each others bodies with our eyes down. His hands no longer felt the same on my body. Before I became instantly obedient, feeling possessed by their masterful control. Now he was tentative, efficient but clearly not stating his ownership of my body when he touched me. I had similar reactions as he shaved me, even when he held my cock to remove the hair from my balls and when he spread my cheeks to make my ass baby-naked. I then returned the favor for him. When I held his cock it was not the instrument that controlled me anymore. It was the servile soft cock of another slave boy. I was amazed by how quickly he took on the slave demeaner, looking to please instead of commanding. About an hour later the doorbell rang. Slave george and I went to open the door and kneeled to greet Master Anthony. He was a thin, not very tall Asian man dressed in black, with a beautiful pair of highly polished black ankle-high shoes. Slave george and I immediately began to worship his shows at the snap of his finger as he shared pleasantries with MASTER. He completed ignored our ministrations and began walking to the living room with MASTER. We followed on all fours. When they sat, we began to lick his shoes again. He acted as though we weren't even there, just took for granted that our tongues were bathing his shoes with devotion. Then, he snapped his fingers again, commanding slave george to lie on his back at his feet. With the bottom of his foot, he stepped on slave george's face, lightly enough for slave george to start licking the bottom of his foot. H used his other foot to play with my cock, which immediately grew hard. Then he had me lie down next to george so he could step on my cock and balls with more force. His sole and heel sometimes pushed hard enough to cause real pain but I was also very excited. Slave Todd served him and MASTER something to eat and drink while he continued to torture slave george's face and my genitals, while barely paying attention to us. When they finished their snack, Master Anthony stood up, one foot on each of his temporary slaves. He was light so the pressure was not too great on my stomach. He took his time, giving about as much thought to us as he would to a carpet. He and MASTER discussed how we would go to the club. Since Master Anthony was not familiar with the area, they decided that slave todd would chauffeur us. MASTER had slave todd put on his boots, shorts. We proceeded to the garage. MASTER put on our collars, gave Master Anthony the leashes. For clothes we were booted but otherwise naked. We got into the trunk of the car. Then slave todd drove us to the leather club. Arriving at the side door, slave todd opened the trunk and let us out. Master Anthony attached our leashes and led us into the club. It was slave george's first trip out as a slave. Men in the club recognized him. No one greeted him and he kept his eyes respectfully to the floor, concentrating only on his orders to serve Master Anthony. Master Anthony sent me to the bar to order him a drink and to ask the bartender for two dog dishes filled with beer. First I took Master Anthony his beer, then carried over the two dog dishes and placed them at his feet. Slave george and I knelt before him. Although he knew nobody in the bar, Master Anthony seemed perfectly comfortable. Several men greeted him respectfully. When he snapped his fingers slave george and I were allowed to sip from our dog dishes. Occasionally he dipped the tip of his shoes into our dishes so the flavor of beer was mixed with that of the sidewalk. When he finished his beer, I got him another. On my return from the bar, naked and hard, I saw a man from work whom I had never seen in a gay venue before. Our eyes met briefly but we did not speak. He was an executive in another department. He did not flinch or act surprised at seeing me but did not acknowledge my presence either. He seemed very comfortable in a world of masters and slaves. I brought Master Anthony his beer. He continued to drink while carrying on conversations with men who approached him. In this way several hours passed. At one point Master Anthony had his foot on both of our heads. We held them just above our dog dishes, supporting his weight so that we would not end up drowning in our beer. It felt as though he would not have cared even if he did notice. When he was through with this game, he had us stand. He told slave george to put his chair on the table he was seated before. slave george did as he was told. Master Anthony sat on the chair and order slave george and I to stand in front of him so that our erect cocks lay on the table at the edge. He then started to manipulate our cocks with his feet, alternately crushing them with force and rolling them so that the friction was masturbating us. A circle of men gathered to watch the sex show. As though he had never been anything but a slave, slave george stood with his eyes down and arms crossed behind his back throughout the scene. Master Anthony occasionally slapped each of us lightly on the face. Each time slapped we promptly said, "Thank you, Master" Master Anthony directed a leather man to take off his boots. Then he asked the leatherman and his friend if they would like to piss into their boots so that slave george and I could drink their piss and clean the inside of the boots with our tongues while he was playing with our cocks. The leathermen laughed and started pissing in front of the group of men gathered to enjoy our humiliation. When they finished pissing they gave each of us a boot to drink from. The piss had strong foot smells mixed with it. I drank my piss quickly. Then worked my tongue all around the inside of the leatherman's boots. From the corner of my eye I noticed slave george doing the same. Master Anthony lifted slave george's face by putting his hand beneath the slave's chin. When slave george's face was looking him in the eye, Master Anthony spit into the boot. Slave george promptly thanked him and licked up the spittle inside the boot. When the boots were completely clean, Master Anthony took them from us and returned them to the leatherman, who thanked him with a note of submission in his voice. Our foot masturbation continued for quite a while. Master Anthony brought us to the point of cumming but then relented to prolong our agony. Several times my body started shaking because the force of pain and stimulation was so great. At those moments a harder slap in the face from Master Anthony calmed me down. Finally, I could control myself no longer and came across the table. Seeing me cum caused a sympathetic reaction in slave george who came with tremendous force and a number of very loud grunts that were almost screams. His body was in paroxysms of pleasure for several minutes. I wanted to hug him and comfort him at that moment when he seemed so vulnerable but had not command to do so. When we both finished cumming Master Anthony instructed us to clean each others cock and then lick up the cum from the table. We began licking up the cum while the men watched us. My tongue and mouth were aching from all the licking I had done this evening. Master Anthony managed to step into the cum so we had to lick the bottoms of his shoes While he sat and watched. When we completely finished our chores, he then ordered us onto hands and knees. He walked us around the bar several times, allowed us a second beer in the dog dishes, then he led us to the door and our awaiting car and driver. We climbed into the trunk for our ride home. The one thing that I noticed was that my work colleague watched our departure.