Date: Wed, 27 Oct 2021 20:07:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ash Eater <locked_london@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wanted Dog Walker c 44

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I watched as my view of Sir Michael was obscured by clouds of smoke. "He
lifted his hand and I was getting ready for the finger-click that would
allow me to approach. "Stop looking at me " Get down and I want that face
looking nothing but floor. It was a struggle with my arms bound behind my
back but I was soon in the desired position. Like a pagan worshipper for an
idol of his God.

"Count slowly and silently" I began 1, 2, 3. Even though he could not hear
me I punctuated each one with Sir Michael., I was approaching 150 when I
heard the click. "Get going" I moved forward first one knee and the next,
my bowed position may this difficult, and I started to struggle is I was in
a more upright position. "Nah, don't you dare, you can look at me, but that
back stays as flat as possible."

Shit I thought to myself, I'd never get to him at this rate. I looked up
and saw him looking at me the glowing tip of the cigar as he took a puff, a
nice head of ash already forming. Every few steps I looked up and the tip
was getting longer I was desperate to taste it eat it, swallow it, and was
frustrated at the time it was taking me to get to him. Finally I was at Sir
Michael's boots.

My mouth was taped up, yet I instinctively did what a good slave would
always do when at the foot of a superior, I placed it on the leather and
began to worship. Sir Michael laughed. "Fuck yes, you really do know your
place. It's quite pathetic really.

I felt him undo the cuffs that kept my hands behind my back. " I don't want
you bleating to Kyle that I was mean to you, now continue".  I was now more
comfortable being able to move my head against the length of Sir Michael's
boot whilst still remaining in a bowed position. The smell of his leather
boots filled my nostrils, as I imagined what it would be like to taste
them. I moved my head along the length on the boot from toe to where it
finished just below his kneed. Each time I reached the top I glanced at him
his eyes looking straight at me, mine looking at him pleading to be allowed
to taste the leather.

He grabbed the chain around my neck bringing me into a kneeling position,
he slid his foot out his right boot and presented his socked foot to me, by
pressing it into my face He slid it up and down my nostrils being forced in
the same direction. "Like that, bet you want to see if it tastes as good as
it smells" Of course I did underneath the tape that surrounded my jaw, I
was trying to extend my tongue so I could at least feel of not taste.

Sir Michael briefly lowered his foot and blew a huge puff of smoke into my
face, before returning the foot planting it further into my face. By now
the cigar was coming to an end and my urge to be an ashtray was stronger
than ever. Sir Michael took the gar out of his mouth looked at it, then
looked at me. "You really wanted to be my ashtray didn't you" I nodded,
seconds later the remaining stub was being ground into my left
pec. "Although my mouth was tapped the howl of pain was still audible. He
placed the stub in the ashtray, "So do you still want to be my ashtray" The
pain was horrendous, but I looked at him and nodded.

"I've got two to go" I watched as he went through the ceremony of rolling ,
sniffing and lighting the cigar. He held it in his mouth, and then pulled
me closer, he reached for a penknife, which he used to make a hole in the
tape that covered my open mouth. Making the hole bigger with his fingers he
ripped the entire row of tape off my face, taking pleasure in the sounds of
discomfort that I was making.

"That's better, but don't think I'm going to be using that just yet. You
have a lot of persuading to do to show me that you are serious." He leaned
closer and spat into my mouth. I had no idea what I could do to show him
that I was serious, as I was now on my knees the clouds of smoke were more
intoxicating that ever, and I found myself moving closer sniffing the air
as each clouds wafted over me. Sir Michael moved his still booted left leg
so it was on a diagonal between mine, I found myself almost climbing them
as I reached for the smoke. Then for the first time in a long time I
noticed that my cock was hard. I had somehow managed to train myself to
ignore such events so that they did not register, tonight was different, I
began to hump the boot, grunting both in the ecstasy that the friction
between cock and leather brought, and the begging to taste his ash.

Sir Michael laughed as my clamped mouth tried to speak "Ash Sir please Sir
'Our eyes locked, my look of desperation, his a mix of disdain, delight and
amusement .He withdrew his leg, and leant forward and spat into my mouth
again. "Thank You Sir Michael" in my head it was clear and audible, to him
it was an animalistic grunt. "Well what do we have here" He tapped his boot
I had let loose a dibble of premium all over his boot. I watched as he used
his finger to massage it into the leather. Wiping off the residue on to my
tongue.

"I'm frankly disappointed, I'd have thought that after such a long gap of
serving me you'd have been gushing out gallons of cum. Perhaps I should
send you on your way now, although I'm not sure where Kyle is so you'll be
on that doorstep for a long time"

I tried to move closer so I could hump Sir Michael's boot again, but he
pushed me back. "Too late for that, and if you dare touch that thing
between your legs I'll tie your arms up again understood?" I
nodded. Another cloud of smoked hit me in the face, and I raised myself as
high as I could from my kneeling position trying to inhale.

"Prove to me that you are worthy of being my ashtray. But you cannot touch
me, touch yourself or move from where you are now" He drew on the gar, the
red tip, and grey ash taunted me, then wafted it under my noses, my eyes
followed it as he drew it back and forth in front of them. I considered how
much I wanted to taste the ash, not because I liked the taste which I did,
but from a desperation to serve and show how my devotion to a superior man.

As he wafted the cigar one more time I found myself crying.  "Cigar Sir,
Cigar Sir. Please Sir.let me serve" Sir Michael laughed at the garbled
nonsense that came from my mouth. I continued my pleading, and felt tears
fall from eyes down my cheeks.

Sir Michael pulled the chain round my neck whilst moving closer to me
lifting his right arm, and forced my face into his armpit. "I think you've
almost proved yourself. My sweet little ashtray" With that the second cigar
was stubbed into my left shoulder. My scream was this time more audible but
Sir Michael managed to stifle it by pushing my face further into his arm
pit."Are you my ashtray?" I didn't reply but nodded enthusiastically, as I
inhaled the leathery sweaty pit

He pushed me back from his pit, and removed the clamp. Sir Michael, pointed
to his bare foot, start from there and work you're way up. For the first
time in what seemed like hours I could finally use my tongue to show my
devotion. I carefully lifted Sir Michael's bare foot and licked the heel
circling round the fleshy pad before moving further up the arch towards his
toes. I felt his leg twitch as my tongue travelled along the foot, an
indication atet I was doing a good job. I knew that feeling smug about
creating such a reaction was wrong but it was good to know that I was
performing well as a slave.

I eventually reached his leg, and got to taste leather, it was at this time
that I heard the sound that indicated that he was lighting his third
cigar. Where he had extinguished the last two still hurt, but I was so
desperate to be his ashtray that I knew if necessary I would have pleaded
for the third fourth , and fifth cigar to be stubbed out in the same
way. As my tongue and nose worked up the leg to his knee the smell and
taste of leather, mixed with the cigar smoke was making me hard, and it was
an effort not to start humping the leg again, my role now was to actively
worship not demonstrate my need to.

"Look at me" I looked up his cigar was in his hand, he used the forefinger
of the other to pull down his mouth. I opened mine whilst moving my face
closer. The sting of heat on my tongue as the ash it amazing. "Thank you
Sir" I whispered.


I returned to his leg and began working may way up to his thighs. I have no
idea how long I was there foe, but twice he pushed my head back on dropped
some ash which I eagerly licked up. As I resumed licking he removed his
shirt, his hard stomach and prominent nipples were now on view. I realised
that I was to avoid his groin and went immediately to the trail of hairs
that led upon from his waist band. As I approached the belly button, he
pushed my head back and spat a ball of tobacco infused spit into my face, I
managed to open my mouth before the second one hit and swallowed it.

With his cigar in his hand he tapped his left nipple " suck it" I left a
slime of my open spit on his manly chest as I went towards it and began to
suckle. Every now and then I'd feels hand push my head into his chest,
instructing me to suck harder "Chew Daddy's tits boy" It was an order I
could not resist. As I did I shudder as flecks of hot ash fell against my
back. I wondered how much longer it would be before the third would be
extinguished in me.

He tapped my head, I looked up waiting for the next mouthful ash, and
watched as he licked the last largest ball of ash into an ashtray, and then
twisted the cigar, signifying that the third was not going to happen.

"I need a wank, get licking that boot"

I crouched down and wondered what else laid in store for me. After all I
was Sir Michael's property for a full 48 hours.