Date: Thu, 16 Apr 2020 16:57:21 +0000 (UTC) From: Ash Eater Subject: terms and conditions chapter 27 as always its good to get feedback. If you like this story please get in touch, and remember to donate http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html As the lift went down to the lobby, Boss spoke. Don't think I didn't realise that you spoke just now, it's silence or barking remember. He moved towards me, and grabbed my testicles and yanked them hard. I looked at him, despite the firmness of his grip he looked at me tenderly. Woof That's better. We walked through lobby, the waiter passed us I noticed a large cum stain on his waistcoat, Boss smiled, looks as if you missed a bit boy. Woof It was a relief when Boss ordered an Uber to take us to the gallery, it saved me having to work out the protocols of whether to kneel, sit, or stand on the journey. The cab appeared, Boss stuck his head through the window to talk to the driver. I heard the boot of the car open. Boss went towards it, opened it, and indicated that I had to go inside. I climbed in and everything went dark. Twenty minutes later I felt the car stop, and the boot opened, and Boss dragged me out by the collar, Good trip? Woof. Good, now lets see some culture. Boss was obviously well educated as he was able to describe the meaning behind the pictures in the exhibition, his superiority was being emphasised by every word he spoke, as was my inferiority and submission. As we exited the exhibition i suddenly felt the buttplug began to shift Woof woof woof woof That's four, Speak what wrong.No more than three words. Buttplug loose Boss Follow me I followed him into one of the disabled toilets. Shorts down Turn round I obeyed, I heard a pop as the plug was removed. Turn round. He wafted it under my nose. Open I opened my mouth and he shoved the plug in . I could now only breathe through my nose. I heard a snap , he had put on latex gloves Turn round , bend over. He slapped my butt three times. If I tell you to keep a plug in your arse, you keep it in OK Bitch. This is the second time you have disobeyed me this morning. He stuffed three fingers up my butt, repeating what he had done during our morning shower. Let's loosen it up a bit, you'll have to walk clenching those cheeks of you all day. He stretched my buttcheeks apart, both hands stretching my hole wide open, and stuck his tongue in. He proceeded to eat my hole for five minutes, I tried to will myself not to cum as i feared the outcome, when he stopped, stood up. Pass me the plug. I removed the plug from my mouth, and was relieved to be able to take a proper deep breath. It was not long before it was forced up my hole again. It better not come back out again. Thirty. Woof He unzipped. Drink up. He retracted, I thought he had finished, when he continued to piss, my T shirt was now soaked through. Take it off. I removed the t-shirt and handed it to him, he used it to mop up the piss that had fallen on the floor. He handed it back, Put it back on See boy, I always think that the best punishment is humiliation. We have three floors of this gallery to look at, that T-shirt will hopefully have dried by the time we finish. He unlocked the door of the bathroom , but before he opened it he grabbed my head and gave me a deep kiss. I'm getting my money's worth from you . I really am. We spent the next 90 minutes walking around the gallery, the t-shirt clinging to my skin, the SLUT logo screaming out to all the other visitors. Finally we left and were out in the open air. Hungry? Woof Good. I meekly followed him as he chose somewhere to eat, He pointed to a table - sit. A chair - for now - he could read my mind as I was unsure if this command meant i would be eating my lunch on the floor. He brought over a tray - two meals. He handed me mine , a sandwich, but immediately took it back and dribbled some spit all over it. Now eat. We ate in silence. My sandwich was bland except for the tobacco infused spit. I watched as he ate his more substantive meal, his silver fox daddy handsomeness was mesmerising, i could not help think what was next in store. He looked down - Boy your laces are loose, tighten them I looked down. They looked Ok but I wasn't going to disobey. As I knelt down I saw his hand tapping a bulge in his jeans. I realized that getting me on the ground had another purpose. I crawled under the table and began to nuzzle the bulge, I could feel and see it getting bigger. He then offered me his index finger, which I began to slowly fellate. I have no idea how long I'd been crouched underneath when I made a reappearance above the table, but the couple at the table next to us gave a smile. Two twenty somethings, one wearing a heavy chain with a padlock round his neck. Good work Sir, said the other to Boss. I'm hoping my boy here will be as obedient as him when he's that old. Regular punishment and discipline, will see to that. With that Boss looked at the submissive partner, and then down at the plate on his table and let a dribble of spit fall on it. What do you say to this fine gentleman, asked the young Top Thank you Sir, came a shocked response. Remember - he's in charge, - always With that with a flick of his head he indicated that we were to leave A few hours later we were getting ready to go out, he was kitted out in full Langlitz God regalia. He handed me some leather trousers, a blue leather shirt, a fellow tie and my leather jacket. After my third attempt at getting my tie in order, he grabbed it off me and tied a perfect knot. Woof. He looked me in the eye, and suddenly grabbed me by the throat, his grip tightened as I struggled for air. Now remember boy, best behaviour all night. I'm allowing you to speak once we leave here. , but only when spoken to. Each sentence will be prefixed by a Sir, and ended with a Sir. Me of course you will continue to address me as Boss. Unless you are being used you will tonight be allowed to stand, but your hands are to be behind your back at all times. Understand Woof. Good Boy We were in the Lobby. Rather than leave Boss went and took a seat, briefly I was perplexed but followed him I stood next to him, upright with my hands behind my back Jack It was the concierge from reception last night, dressed head to toe in leather, behind him, eyes downward was the waiter from this morning, dressed head to toe in yellow rubber. Matt You look so much better in leather. Have you called a cab? No. worm here will go and hail one on the street, He turned to the waiter Go on stop a Cab for us. As he headed out Boss turned to me, before you get any idea that slave that just left, as far as you are concerned you will if he speaks to you respond by calling him Sir With that we headed out into the warm night air.