Date: Wed, 26 Jan 2022 20:39:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ash Eater <locked_london@yahoo.com>
Subject: wanted dog walker c 54

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For the past fortnight my days had been mostly spent in a darkened room,
the drawn curtains just about letting in enough light for me to measure the
passage of time.

I was cuffed and manacled so my ability to move significantly restricted. I
was given sufficient water and for to drink, but that was it I had no real
stimulation other than my thoughts. Thoughts which had become increasingly
limited. A year ago I could have had a decent conversation with friends
putting the world to rights arguing over politics, the attractiveness of a
sexy bear at the other side of the bar or just what my plans for the next
day were. Now such conversations would probably be impossible, the lack of
regular conversation and simulation had reduced my brain power . All I
could think about was how to be a better slave.

These thought were disturbed when one or both of my Masters returned home
and released me, allowing me to wander around the ground floor of the
house. Few words were exchanged, I was allowed to be in their presence
whilst they ate their dinner, and was reminded of my time with Master Kyle
when they would drop some on there floor or place something in their hand
that I could eat out of.

However every evening ended in a pattern first an hour or so with Master
Jan, then a similar time with Master Thomas before being put to bed for the
night.

Master Jan was predictable, it was always an intense foot worship session.
Sometimes he was already bare foot, but socks, trainers and boots had all
played a part in our sessions. By day three I no longer had to be summoned
to his presence, I was usually outside the door to the living room waiting
for his to shout for my presence, and would be in front go him kneeling
head bowed before he had finished shouting for me,

Every single inch of the size 11 feet were amazing. My brain might have
;out the ability to construct coherent political arguments but when his
heel ground into my face my head filled with images that made me appreciate
my life of submission. Last night he had me suck on his socks before
removing them from his feet and tell him how the smell made me feel. I
described to him the different sensations that hit me. The smell of the
fresh sweat from that evening's gym session , the scent from the inside of
the trainers that had transferred to the sock, a scent of weeks if not
moths of regular work outs. Somehow I managed to put the words together of
how much I missed the gym, having had limited exercise since submitting to
Master Kyle.

As enjoyable as each night at Master Jan's feet were I dreaded being
summoned to Master Thomas. As soon as he bellowed my name. He just shouted"
Slave," from what doubled as his study and playroom . As soon as he started
Master Jan would stop our interaction, and acted as if I wasn't there.

Where Master Jan had some kind of predictability, there was no such thing
with Master Thomas. That first night he had me under his rim stool ,
nothing else I just lay there looking at his buttocks as he reminded me of
how pathetic I was. So pathetic that he was unsure if I deserved to be that
close to him. On a number of nights he bound me to a St Andrew's cross, and
spent the hour tapping the side of his chair. Asking him self loudly if I
deserved his attention. I knew better than to interrupt but I quietly
prayed that he would decide the answer was yes. Then the night where my
prayer seemed to be answered he nit my buttocks with a single tap of the
paddle, a tap with little force but one that was enough to tell me that I
probably didn't deserve his attention .

On others it was the reverse, one night I had to rim him for such a long
time my tongue lost all feeling. I was subjected on more than one occasion
to an intense flogging my prayer then was that he would stop soon. A prayer
that was never answered. Of course each session regardless of how much or
little pain he inflicted was finished by me grovelling on the floor.
Telling him how lucky I was to be subject to his control. That however was
not the real end before I was allowed to retire to bed and tray and sleep I
was expected to put a face on for the camera as I wanked myself, whilst off
camera both Masters would make comments onto futility of playing with my
small penis.

Last night was suckling Master Jan's fingers. He had been smoking a cigar
whilst I sucked on his socks , the combination of sweat and tobacco in my
mouth was heavenly, when my dreams were interrupted.

"Slave here now" resulted in the fingers being abruptly removed. Master Jam
sensed my reluctance, and silently mouthed . "Go" as I crawled out of the
living room he whispered "Good slave" after me. I reminded my self that I
was a slave, good, or bad, and that when I made that declaration to Master
Kyle I had made a promise that I would obey.

Master Thomas was standing in the hall way. He was wearing the same
jockstrap that he had worn all week, one that I could smell even as I left
the living room. As I crawled towards him he walked not into his playroom
but the wet room.

He beckoned me over, as I was getting to ready to crawl under the seat he
tapped the jock strap. "We can start here today. No licking, no tasting
just sniffing"

Within a couple of seconds I was grunting with pleasure as I inhaled the
mix of musk and piss."Like that slave" A loud grunt was enough for him to
know my answer. He pushed my fave deeper into the crotch."Ten seconds
breathe it all in "

Those ten-seconds felt like ten minutes, but it wasn't long enough when he
ordered me to lie down. Obeying I lay on the floor and looked up. I hadn't
even made myself comfortable when a stream of piss fell down on me,
strained through the jockstrap.  I hadn't been given permission to drink so
I let it flow over my face,

I wondered what would happen next, when he walked out . "Good slave, now go
to bed"

"Come on, we don't have all day" Daylight was streaming into the room.
Master Jan was opening the curtains I blinked my eyes having not seen
proper daylight for at least three weeks.  As Master Jan approached me I
rubbed my head against his bare legs. "Get in the kitchen"

Master Thomas was already up, he was in full skin gear the first time I had
seen him like this since I sat on his dick in Boss's pub. Or I think it was
again my brain was foggy the number of things I could remember were getting
fewer.

"Hello Boy, want some breakfast" This was the most pleasant he had been to
me. He placed a bowl on the floor eat up. I looked like a bowl of cereal,
dry without milk. One mouthful told me it was dog food. I yelped in
gratitude.

As I ate Master Jan bent down and ruffled my hair "Good Boy , good dog" The
conversation between the two Masters went mostly above my head but I would
occasionally realise that they were taking about me, but after a fortnight
of hearing them refer to me as Slave , they used the words Dog, Boy and one
occasion He before correcting them selves and reverting to It.

"Ok Boy, time for some proper exercise. You will need to put these on" Knee
and elbow pads. Master Thomas rolled me on to my back, and tickled my
stomach before slipping the pads on. He let me lie there whilst he placed
his heavy boot on my face. I whimpered with excitement as I licked the
treads.

"Bless his little heart" "Come on Thom we haven't got all day. Boy on your
knees" Master Jan started to tie my arms and legs so I was balanced on my
elbows and knees as a plug was slowly and gently pushed into my hole.

"Look at him a wee dog, Come here Boy" Master Thomas was at the other side
of the kitchen, A sharp swipe of a crop indicated that I was to go to him.
Trying to keep my balance meant I got breathless quickly and was panting
when I got to him. He dropped something on the floor. "Well done boy, eat
your treat. "

Master Jan, picked something from the kitchen table, he threw it across the
floor, it was a butt plug. "Fetch" I scampered, or rather shuffled over and
picked it up in my mouth, and returned it. Another treat was thrown on the
floor. This went on for half an hour, each attempt at retrieving the toy
taking longer as I struggled to keep my balance. I could feel the sweat
running down my face. Finally I was clear I could do not more. Rather than
berate me , my Master's laughed and praised me for my resilience. "Who's a
good Boy? You are aren't you?" I heard myself bark in agreement as I rubbed
against the skin tight denim jeans work by Master Thomas.

The ropes that bound my limbs together was removed, but I remained on all
fours, and followed both Masters as they exited the kitchen. I whimpered as
I tried to get their attention. "Not now Boy, you need to rest" Master Jan
threw the plug at me "Play with that "

The plug in my hole was still secure, so my immediate reaction was to
startling the one in front of me. "Oi you don't waste the opportunity we
have given you " Master Thomas interested his forefinger into his mouth and
slowly let it slide out. I looked at him sheepishly knowing that I was
foolish for missing the opportunity to rain my throat.

"Come here boy" It was Master Thomas. The very fact he addressed me as Boy
not slave was disconcerting, but I crawled out to wards the voice. He was
in the living room. He beckoned me towards hi. "Give me your hands" I
lifted myself onto my knees and put my hands out. He quickly slid on what I
thought were gloves on each hand. But they weren't gloves but paws.  "Good
Boy" Master Thomas ruffled my hair "He's ready"

Master Jan appeared, he also ruffled my hair he had changed into a full
leather outfit, a dramatic change from the skin head who I had submitted to
a few weeks earlier. I excitedly lowered myself and began to lick. "Not now
boy there will be plenty of time for that" .

He clipped a lead onto the chain around my neck. We're going for a walk. He
pulled me along behind him and opened the front door" Outside|" I hesitated
by I was soon kneeling on the gravel driveway. I was pleased that I had
some knee pads on. I looked up, the skies were blue, and the sun was
bright. I realised that this was the first time that I has been outside in
weeks I looked around and saw that there were no houses immediately near
by. "Where the fuck was I ?"

"Ready Boy" I panted my assent. I knew that somehow words were not
appropriate We were soon on a country lane. Master Jan was a fast walker, I
was relieved that they had allowed me to wear the pads, and gloves. I then
berated myself of course they had as all Master's they took care of their
charges. It was then I noticed someone coming towards us, I was initially
hesitant but Masters seemed not to be worried, after all what was more
normal than two men taking their pet for a walk.

"Hello Margaret" said Master Jan. "Hi Jan, a new friend I see" Master Jan
laughed, "You could say that, finally letting it out of the house" She
returned the laughter as she continued walking on. We were soon in an open
space. Master Thomas unclipped the lead from my chain, and threw something
across the field. The dark orange colour, told me it was one of his
collection of buttplugs. He didn't even have to say fetch as I scampered
across the field to retrieve it. This continues for some twenty minutes, my
two handsome Masters, one a skinhead, one in Leathers standing in the
middle of a field as I ran along on all fours chasing after a butt plug. If
the that was still secure in my hole could have wages it would have.

I returned with the burr plug and dropped it in from of Master Jan. "Go and
run round one more time. After three weeks of being inside you should make
the most of the being here" As I scampered round , I stoped in my tracks as
on the grass I found what looked like a pair of underpants. I stuck my nose
inside, it was the unmistakeable musky smell of sweat, piss and cum. I
picked it up in my mouth, and took it to my Masters

"Someone couldn't have waited until they got to the cruising ground.
Perhaps we'll take you there next time. But its time we went home. "

I was still rather hesitant when we did the return journey especially when
we passed a group of three joggers. I looked up at them, as we passed, no
words were spoken and it was difficult to tell what they were thinking. I
wondered if they were heading to the cruising ground.

"Come on boy almost home. You've been good all day a, d deserve a treat" I
yelped as I bounded ahead. I felt like the luckiest slave on earth