Date: Thu, 8 Oct 2020 19:54:10 +0000 (UTC) From: Ash Eater Subject: Terms and conditions - c 66 Remember donate to nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html As always the feedback is appreciated. And if there is a Dom who would like to recreate some of the scenes with me ... Dinner was Gunter's responsibility. He would cook a delicious meal for Boss and himself, and I'd eat something less grand but nutritious from my bowl in the corner of the kitchen. With Gunter away I was unsure what tonight would bring. I watched as Boss rummaged in the fridge. He brought out a load of ingredients and dumped them on the worktop, In minutes he was busy chopping, peeling and trimming. Come here I crawled over Open I opened my mouth and picked something from his chopping board and dropped it in . Close , chew Swallow I almost wanted to throw up, it was a piece of raw gristle. It was however unforgivable to reject a gift so I obeyed Boss's instruction. Open a carrot top Raw potato skin Raw chilli Open , a ball of spit Open, Boss' fore and index fingers. Suck Well done. Open Another ball of spit. Boot He pointed to his right foot I lowered my self and kissed it in Thanks I was about to get up when Boss cleared his throat I glanced up and he stared at me. I returned to the boot, tasting the leather, as he continued to work above me. The next twenty minutes i followed Boss boot as it moved along the kitchen floor, minimising the moments where my tongue was not attached to it Ok, time to eat. Table, I crawled over to the table, and waited for Boss to take his seat, He placed his food on the table and next to his chair my bowl. It was empty. He the placed it on the table It remained empty as he took his first mouthful. I felt my stomach rumble Some mashed potato fell on the ground between Boss legs, then some more. Boss placed his left boot in to the spuds, He gave me a look,. No words were exchanged I Crawled under the table and began to lick the boot. Eat - he instructed Boss kept his boot firmly planted on the ground, and I began to lick the floor around the boot picking up the stray pieces of mash that had been displaced by the boot. He the lifted his leg , I moved on to eat what remained on the floor Boss stretched out his leg so it rested under my shoulder blades, pushing me down closer to the ground. As I swallowed the final mouthful, he lifted his boot, he tapped my lead with it, indicating I was to roll over, then I looked up as the sole, moved close to my face. Hovering above me I took hold of the boot and lowered it on my face and my tongue got to work freeing the now cold mash from the treads of Boos's boot. It took at least five minutes before it was clean. The boot was still in my hands. I had two options move it, and place it on the floor, or wait until Boss moved it himself. I then realised there was a third. I lowered the boot so it rested on my face, and removed my hands. Within seconds I felt as if my nose was about to break. Thankfully it was soon lifted Boss tapped the side of his chair with his riding crop. I crawled from under the table and was soon kneeling besides him. Boss handed me my bowl, inside was some half eaten food, on top of that some rare steak. A treat for being such a good boot licker. Boss smiled. Now eat. I lifted the bowl to my face and started to eat. The rare steak was delicious, but the half eaten food beneath, with the trace of Boss saliva was even more so. I did my best to convey these thoughts to Boss in the way that I ate them. I must have succeeded as I saw him smile with approval at the way that I showed enjoyment at the half eaten meat that he had deposited in the bowl. Excellent. Now time to get the rest of these boots clean , whilst I sit back and watch some television. I hope you are thirsty as I have a very full bladder. I suppressed a wince as my dick hardened and the chain connecting my guiche, and my PA, became taut,