Date: Thu, 23 Jul 2020 19:42:36 +0000 (UTC) From: Ash Eater Subject: Terms and conditions - chapter 54 Remember to donate to nifty. Nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Especially if you are lucky enough to serve a Master like Master Edward. And if you are a Master why not instruct your slave to donate on your behalf. I think Paris has seen how good an ashtray you can be, Master said. I was still face down eating the final flakes of cigar ash, I grunted my agreement, as I was unsure if this was rhetorical, or required an answer. Time to demonstrate more of your boot licking skills. He grabbed the lead on my collar and started to walk, for some reason I thought I would need to do this on my feet, my standing up caused the lead to tighten and Master suddenly stopped. He walked back towards me. Floor now, remember always on the floor unless I give you permission . This is the second strike against you . He followed this up with a kick to my butt. He quickened his pace, through the floor of the club. It was a struggle to keep up with him. I accidentally bumped into the legs of a number of teh Leather men in attendance. A few responded by kicking me in the side. Finally he stopped. He was next to the bootblack. A tall handsome man, a gingerish beard and cropped hair. There were a number of people watching and admiring his work. Master spoke to the Leatherman currently being serviced, who nodded. He then crouched down and spoke to the bootblack who said Yes Sir, and quickly kissed both of Master's boots. I'm off for a while, and need to check on some other slave. You stay here and once these boots have been polished, you will pay them some attention, and depending on how long I'm away for the next pair , and the next. He undid my collar. I didn't want some Old Guard Master being reluctant to use you , just because you are collared. Now stay there, and remember you are being watched He soon disappeared. A few minutes later my eyes were staring at a pair of leather boots. Finished, all yours. I heard the bootblack say. A gloved hand lifted up my chin. I looked at the man towering above me approaching sixty, with well groomed hair, beard and moustache, the white hair contrasting beautifully with his black leathers. Ed promised me that you are a damn good boot licker. Get going. I lowered myself on the floor, my face in his right boot, my back arching slightly with my butt in the air. I began to lick, the taste and smell of polish augmented with that of polish. I worked my way around the surface area of the toe and around to the heel. I imagined having a jaw that could stretch enough to accommodate it all. For the first time that night I felt my dick grow in the confines of the leather trousers. I easily resisted the urge to touch even from the outside , by firmly gripping the upper, whilst paying attention to the vamp. I began to move towards his uppers, when I felt something on my back. It was his left foot pushing me down. His heel grinding against the base of my spine. That's enough. My slave has been on urinal duty whilst I've been here. I think Ed has made a good choice. Up, and kneel he commanded, He spat down on his boot. I kissed and swallowed the spit. Thank You Sir. I was left watching the bootblack as he moved on to the second boot of his customer. Thirsty he asked, I nodded, He handed me a bottle of water Here that's for you . I unscrewed and took a mouthful. It wasn't water, but piss. Boot black perks. He said smiling. I looked at the man he was serving it was the Young American from earlier. He clicked his fingers, and beckoned me to stand up beside him. He raised his left hand and began to praise my mouth open. Suck on that He stuck in his index finger, and as I sucked he squeezed my cheek hard with his thumb Look at me. I looked at him. His eyes just about visible under the peak of his cap, he drew his head back, and inhaled. I knew what was coming. I moved my face closer, and opened my mouth. A ball of spit hit my tongue. I looked down the bootblack whilst obviously aware of what was going on above him was deepin concentration making sure the boots were perfectly polished. The American, reached over, and unzipped my jacker, and reached inside my shirt, the rough leather of his gloves rubbed against my nipple. I winced. He withdrew his hand, and took off his globe and placed it in my mouth. He reached back inside my shirt again and began to twist on my nipple -hard. The glove stifled my discomfort. The American looked down. The bootblack had finished, Two large drops of spot fell one on each of his boots. He removed the glove, and pushed me down to the floor. Pointing to his right boot, I began to lick up the spit. I was soon joined by the bootblack who was licking the spit off the left boot. A slap to my head was all that was required to indicate that I had to move. I returned to my position just slightly away from the bootblack who was now getting ready for another pair of boots. In my kneeling position the American, reached down and again played with my nipples. Putting his arms under my shoulders he lifted me up and pressed me against the wall. He opened my shirt wider and began to squeeze, I closed my eyes, then a new pain shot through my body. Teeth. He wasn't doing the nipple chewing that I liked to do on a well formed pair of Leather Master nipple. No. He was biting. Biting hard. As he did I felt him rummage as he unzipped my trousers, Undo your belt he ordered My dick was now exposed. He tightly squeezed my balls, and began to play with my foreskin. Bending down he began to chew. My dick hasn't been touched for such a long time it was an unusual sensation, one which I was unsure I liked. So used was i to living a life where what was in between my legs was of secondary concern. Standing, he ordered me to follow him Sorry Sir. Master instructed me to stay here But you are uncollared Yes Sir, but collared or not I must follow Master's instructions. He looked at me, spat in my face and left. I tucked myself away, leaving the spit to drip down my face. And knelt. Good boy. It was the German from the night before. I like an obedient slave. It will have been noted. Now come and stand here. I got up and stood next to him. He unzipped his heavy leather jacket, underneath there was no shirt, just a mass of hair over a well developed chest. Left or right? Left Sir. With that he grasped the back of my head and pressed it against his Left nipple. Suck that , let's see if you can make me lactate? I have no idea how long I had been chewing for, but the nipple was hard , thick and erect. , his hand stayed behind my head making sure that I knew that I was continue sucking until instructed. That's both boot's done Sir, I heard the boot black say. Thanks boy. The grip was relaxed and my head pulled back. It was then that Master appeared. Good to see you have been taking care of my good friend here, slave. I hope you've been behaving. Thank You sir, Yes Sir. Just been testing out his oral skills on my nipple Ed. Damn he's good. Obedient too. He'd better be. Said Master He turned round and looked at the boot black. So? Very obedient Sir. Still living on site? Yes Sir. This has been my home now for five years. Ok One last cigar and then it's back to the Hotel. Kneel I knelt and the collar was attached securely. I smiled , Thank you Master. I've missed that. Ok let's go outside. Outside in the air, the Master prepared his cigar. I watched as he lit. It's going to take time before there's enough ash here for you to eat, and you have demonstrated how good you are at bootlicking, so stand and listen. That was a bit of a test, and you passed. I was standing only a few meters away watching. I wanted to see how good you were at serving other men without any immediate encouragement from me. You demonstrated the ability to serve a superior with ease. Then that obnoxious American gets in on the act. I saw how you refused to go with him when instructed. Why? I may have been uncollared but your instructions were still in my head Master. Collar or not I am your slave. Collar or not I follow your instructions. Good answer, He looked into my eyes, and smiled, then looked at the cigar. Open that mouth and eat this. Now let me tell you about the bootblack. Was a successful City Lawyer. Then one day he started a new job. Within a week his boss had become his Master. Within a month he'd be sold, and ended up here as a bootblack. There's a shed outside with a mattress and a blanket. He's never been happier. Ok time to leave. We've got a busy morning ahead.