Date: Sun, 17 Oct 2021 19:20:18 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ash Eater <locked_london@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wanted Dog Walked chapter 43

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Did it behave? Master asked Tim. It was the next morning. We were in the
office my face was nuzzling against the fabric of Master's expensive
trousers. His hard dick was against my cheek, and it was all but impossible
to resist sticking my tongue out and licking it but I knew that was
forbidden unless explicitly instructed.

"It did, by the way I won the bet" "Quite a little shit eater aren't you?"
Master pushed my head back. "Is that true, did Tim here get you eating his
shit?" My face went red with shame, as the humiliation of the previous
evening was recounted. "Yes Master" "Good to know, I hope you didn't get to
like it too much as I certainly won't be doing with you".

He let go of my head and pushed it back into his groin. A tear of relief
fell from my eye. "Of course if the money is right, I may hire you out now
and again" I made an attempt to block that from my mind, but knew that I
had reached the stage where Master was in control and 24 would have to
agree to what ever he decided.

I heard a door open and shut. "Ok, it's just us now. I think you deserve a
treat" Master pushed my head back slightly and undid the belt on his
trousers, and after what seemed like an age brought out his dick. Holding
the shaft he traced the tip around my face, leaving a film of his premium
as he did, almost recreating Tim's application of shit the evening
before. "What you waiting for?" Getting licking, my tongue worked it way
round absorbing the sticky liquid.

My tongue was hanging out waiting for more."Hmm I do't know if you have
earned it" Master said, his stern face breaking into a smile,, he pulled
back the foreskin, "get going then" I have no idea how long it lasted a
minute, and hour, or all day, I was in heaven as Master's scent and taste
took over my nostrils. I fought the temptation to go so quickly that he'd
come before I had got into my stride, and went at a leisurely pace. I must
have judged it right as he didn't even instruct me to increase my speed
once. Instead all I heard were "Well done" "Good boy" "Take it all in " A
shiver went through my spine whenever his hand went through the hair that
had returned to my head. I only knew he was ready to come when he grabbed
both of my ears and pulled my head deeper onto his shirt, my nose deep in
his public hair. I moved my tong along the base of the shaft, I closed my
eyes and tried to judge from his breath when it would happen. Suddenly my
mouth was flooded with Master's spunk. He slowly pushed me off, a stream of
cum connected his piss hole to my chin. "Swallow, and then clean me up. As
I licked the last bit of cum off his dick Master stood up and pulled me up
by my chain. He grabbed my head and kissed me on the forehead. He put his
hand in his wallet and handed me a tenner, "Go and get washed, get
something to eat and then go home." Without him saying a word I knew that
my journey would be on foot, and that it would be unlikely that he would be
home when I got there so I'd have to wait on the doorstep. I smiled. "Yes
Master, Thank You Master".

Fifteen minutes later I was in the queue in a coffee shop. It occurred to
me that it had been such a long time since I had been allowed this level of
independence that I wasn't totally sure what to do. I was so used to having
so much of my life controlled that I was scared, and I realised I didn't
want to return to that life that I had. I was so caught up in the thoughts
about being Master's property that when it was my turn to place the order I
called the barista Sir. At first he looked a bit shocked, but when he
handed me the coffee he, gave a sly smile and said "There you go Boy"
"Thank You Sir". This time it was not a look of shock but one of disdain,

I grabbed it and a cookie and left as quickly as I could my initial
embarrassment replaced by a sense of pride that I was publicly embracing my
status.I scoffed the cookie and downed the coffee and hurried, home. Ninety
minutes later I was there. I rang the doorbell expecting nob answer, and
got my self ready for a long wait.

"Hello Boy" I looked up it was Sir Michael. Dressed in a tight fitting
shirt that showed off his arms. "Kyle told me that you would be waiting"
"Hello Sir" He put his fingers against his lips, indicating that I was to
remain silent. He took out his phone from his pocket, Master's voice came
out if the speaker. "Mike is your owner for the next 48 hours. Obey him
like you would me" Sir Michael raised an eyebrow. "It's been a while hasn't
it?" He lifted his hand and placed his thumb against my lips, I swallowed
it and began too suck. With his thumb still in my mouth he pushed me away
from Master's house, so I was walking backwards along the street. After a
couple of minutes my back was pushed against a car. Sir Michael opened the
door "in and don't say a word" Just as Sir Michael drove off the heavens
opened. The fear of what lay ahead was briefly replaced by the relief that
being in the car meant I wasn't getting wet by staying wait8ing outside
Master's house.

We were fifteen minutes into the journey. Which was done in total silence I
was excited at what lay ahead but also apprehensive. I knew what Sir
Michael was capable of, but I had no real idea how far he would push my
limits. Suddenly the silence was broken"I trust you are going to behave.I
don't want to punish you any more than I need too' Forgetting that he had
instructed me to not say a word I responded with " I will try and do my
best Sir|"


"You have failed already, I told you not to say the word. And trying is t
is not good enough. You will do your best, and more. Understand?" I
nodded. Looking in there rear view mirror I saw a smile cross his face as
his hand reached over and squeezed my dick

"We're here, get out" The rain had just stopped I got out of the car and
without thinking i got in a kneeling position. This was despite the fact
that Sir Michael had parked right next to a huge muddy puddle. When he came
round to the passenger side of the car he stepped into the puddle, a splash
of water washed over the leather. "Lick it" As I moved closer to the boot
Sir Michael taped it causing a splash of water to hit me in the face. The
only way I could get close to the boot whilst maintaining some balance was
to place my arms in the water, my work suit was not just wet from the rain
but filthy from the mud. I began to lick. I had only managed three or four
licks when Sir Michael slipped his boot from under my face. I remained
where I was waiting for an order to get back up. Instead I found my head
being forced into the puddle as he boot pressed against the back of my
skull. "Drink up" I spluttered as I was face down in the water. "If you
want any of my piss tonight you better get slurping.

Eventually I was allowed in Sir Micheal's flat. I had been standing in his
hall way for the last half hours starting two shiver as the rain and mud
soaked clothes began to cling to my body, I could feel the mud from the
puddle dry on my face. He was having a shower, I imagined watching him
massage the soap into his muscular body as the hot water fell against it.

I watched as he left the bathroom, his meaty arse on full view, and walked
to his what I assumed was his bedroom.  "Strip, and get into that shower,
and stay in until I call you out" "Yes Sir": It was a relief to get out of
the clothes, although they were soaked through I folded them neatly, and
headed into the bathroom. The water was flowing in the shower, but the lack
of steam was an immediate giveaway. I wasn't going to have the pleasure of
hot water. I screamed as the cold water hit my chest. But the need to get
clean was paramount. "Are you clean yet?" "Yes Sir" It was another five
minutes before I was given permission to turn off the shower and join him.

There was no towel so the water was dripping off me as I left the
bathroom. Sir Michael was standing almost immediately outside. He had
changed into leather. The short sleeves of his shirt were straining against
the muscles in his folded arms. He was hiding something in his right hand
that he was tapping against the left arm.

"I specifically instructed you not to say a word when you got in the
car. You have broken that instruction three times. Four times too many. yes
four, that scream in the shower counts."  YesHe unfolded his arms. He
lifted the object in his hand it was a mouth clamp. "If you can't keep your
mouth closed when ordered I'm going to make sure it stays open." He pulled
my head back as he attached it. "Is that uncomfortable? You can answer, it
better be a Yes" I didn't have to lie and did my best to say so. "I didn't
understand a word."

I'm not finished by the way. Follow me. I shuffled after Sir Michael as he
went into his living room He picked up something from his bookcase. He
lifted it up and I heard a tearing sound. It was a roll of yellow gaffer
tape. He walked towards me spat into my open mouth and placed the unrolled
portion over my open mouth, and proceeded to unroll it round my lower
jaw. "Thats better I can have a cigar without being interrupted by slave
gibberish"

"You like these don't you? Watching me smoke and enjoy smoking it. Deep
down you want to debase yourself and just kneel there open mouth waiting
for the ash, debasing yourself. How does it feel knowing that you are not
even good enough for that?"

"I can't hear you. By the way I'm giving you permission to speak now" I
knew it was totally incomprehensible but I told Sir Michael that I was
desperate to act as his ashtray slave eating it, inhaling his smoke,
licking his leather, tasting his tobacco infused spit.

"I'm guessing that's a yes. Let's have a deal if you can convince me how
desperate you are to eat this ash, then I may relent and give you a
taste. But I'm not going to make it easy for you. Put your hands behind
your back."

I obeyed and he almost immediately cuffed them.

He then went and sat on his sofa. Rolled the cigar in his fingers, and
sniffed it. "Smells great" "You need to convince me how much you want to be
this, " he said lifting his ashtray. When I click my fingers you can
begin. I'm planning on having at least two of these, so you can take your
time. I had no idea how long it would take for that click to come but as
the sound of the lighter being ignited hot my ears I knew the wait would
feel like a life time