Date: Thu, 28 Apr 2022 20:23:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ash Eater <locked_london@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wanted dog walker   chapter 62

Please consider supporting nifty and donate
http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html

Thanks again for your kind feedback.


"Twenty Sir"
"Only another fifty to go"

Master was out of the house and had as he always did at the weekend
entrusted my morning punishment to Sir Phil.This had become a ritual, over
the last few months He had become a regular weekend guest after a visit to
the leather club, and took charge of disciplining me. He had convinced
Master that I needed a firmer hand, and that he was the man to do it.

He used a finger to wipe away the tears smiled and kissed my
forehead. "Ready?" I nodded I was unable to speak as he had gagged
me. Unlike Master, Sir Phil was less keen on the noise that a good
discipline session would bring. "Good slave" The punishment continued. As
Sir Phil counted each stroke I tried to piece together what had happened
the previous night.

I was unable to say how many weeks or months as Master as other than being
let outside to Master's back yard the only other times I was outside of the
house was when at the leather club.  Days merged into one and if Sir Phil
didn't visit the weeks did too. I felt that the gap between each visit was
longer than just seven days.

Inside he made sure that I didn't even catch the news on the TV or radio so
I had no real idea which day it was.

The weekend journey on the tube became increasing scary, as I became unused
to being surrounded by people. All I knew was that Master and Sir Phil were
with me, he hand on my neck or shoulder as we entered the tube carriage
being a calming influence on me "Good Boy. I'm with you " He'd whisper in a
low voice. Reminding me of my status as a slave and the fact that whilst he
was in charge, he had my welfare at heart.

Once inside the bar things would change, I sometime wouldn't see either
Master or Sir Phil until it was time to go home, they'd announce at the
start of the evening what my roles was going to be, boot licker, ashtray
urinal, and on one occasion fuck pig. His only intervention came when one
night someone tried to double fist me. "If that happens, to will be with me
" he said before he slid in his cock and started to fuck me.

"Forty slave thirty to go" His leather gloved hand rubbed my back as he
allowed me to take a deep breath he pushed me towards his groin. The smell
of leather filled my nostrils, and calm soon returned. As he drew his
finger across my back I winced, and remembered the reason for this mornings
extend punishment


I had been assigned the role as ashtray. This involved extensive periods
kneeling on the hard concrete floor , I wit the exception of a pair of
shorts and the ever present collar naked. At this position I was always eye
level with bulging leather crouches. Tantalising close but still out of
reach, the forbidden desire to lick and taste only compensated by the
smell.

An ashtray was placed on my head, months of practice meant that I was able
to keep it balanced. Men came in and out of the smoking yard as the evening
progressed, sometimes just one, at other time groups of three or
more. Their use of me varied, i'd watch as their arms moved forward and
tapped the ash into the receptacle on my head, other would just flock it so
it would fall ion the floor in-front of me. Making it clear that I wasn't
even good enough to serve as an ashtray. If I was lucky some would bend
forward and blow smoke into my face.

Every now and then Master or Sir Phil would come out and allow me to stand
and to stretch my legs, I welcomed each opportunity but I knew that each
break was meant too be short as no sooner was I on my feet they would be
looking at their watch impatient for me to resume my position.

As Master placed the ashtray back on my head a young American came over,
"Does it swallow" The prospect of eating ash directly excited me, and I was
pleased when Sir Phil replied. "Of course""Open wide slave" I opened my
mouth and looked up as the think red-haired pulled the cigar from his mouth
and reached down. The warm ash on my tongue was briefly uncomfortable but
the American's smile as he withdrew the cigar made it worth while. "Keep it
there" he ordered My mouth remained open as he placed the cigar back in his
moth. "Is it yours" "Not quite" replied Sir Phil, belongs to a very good
friend of mine. Don't you slave" I grunted. The ash was still on my
tongue. Finally he addressed me again"Swallow " I closed my mouth and tired
to create enough saliva so it would wash down into my stomach. "What do you
say?" Sir Phil asked. "Thank You"I quickly corrected my self "Thank You
Sir" "Good Boy" My eyes looked up although his muir cap obscured much of
his face I knew he couldn't be older than mid twenties. I was being called
Boy by someone who was young enough to be my son.

"Open" the American ordered. He knelt down and spat anatomy mouth. "No
point in having an ashtray if you don't have a spittoon close by" He wafted
his cigar closer to my chest the heat from the end was noticeable. He
briefly continued talking to Sir Phil, before they both disappeared
inside. I was for a moment alone outside i gingerly moved my knees, lifting
my hands to steady the ashtray that was still on my head. I returned to the
correct position just in time as some footsteps became audible.

A second pair soon followed, it was Master. As the conversation become
clearer I recognised the voice of his companion it was Sir Michael. I had
not seen him since my last visit to their office. "Hello Boy, remember me"
"Yes Sir" I replied. He lifted the ashtray off my head and placed it on the
floor. "The queue for the bathroom is way to long, so why not make use of
the next best thing" He unzipped, and then loosened the belt before pulling
out his dick. He then began to walk backwards, until he was leaning against
the wall.

"Crawl and show me hope much you missed this pig" I heard Master
laugh. "Come on slave squeal for him' I lowered myself so I was on all
fours and moved closer "Oink" I grunted and squealed until I was up against
him. Sir Michael clicked his fingers and I got back onto my knees, and took
his hard dick in my mouth. "Drink up Piggy" he said as his bladder slowly
emptied. He musky smell filled my nostrils as I held on to his legs, moving
my hands up and down the leather.

"That's it done, you can fuck off now" He pulled out his dick and flicked
the last few drips of piss in my face. I crawled back to my original
position, backwards, silently at first but the lower kissing of the word
"Pig" from my Master meant I was squealing and grunting until I was back
next to the ashtray.

I looked down, and lifted it up, and inhaled the contents, there was a
mountain of ash and three possibly four remains of cigars inside. I placed
out on my head and braced myself for more service. Sir Michael walked back
towards me, there was now sufficient ash at the end of his cigar, "Do you
want this ? " "Please Sir" He laughed as he tapped it and I watched a
shower of ash fall on the floor in front of me. He and Master both laughed,
as Sir Michael walked back inside. "Your'e doing well "Master said
inserting his leather covered thumb into my mouth. I suckled it briefly
wishing it was his dick.

"Want more ash? I looked up unable to speak I hoped my eyes did yes. I
removed the thumb and pushed my jaw down, he reached forward with his cigar
when a burning pain on the back of my neck made me jolt and scream "Fuck"
spilling the ashtray that was on my head on the floor.  Someone who I
didn't know had placed the burning end go os cigar directly against my
flesh.

"What the fuck Boy?" I looked in horror at the mess below me, as the man
responsible for my scream stood there"I thought you said it was an
ashtray?" "It is. What are you going to do Boy?" I could tell that Master
was displeased so I got down my face near the floor, there was no way I was
going to get the ash back into the ashtray so I began to lick the floor.

Sir Phil laughed "See it's an ashtray, not a great one but it's an ashtray"

"Twenty left Boy" Sir Phil gently massaged my arse. "Your'e doing well.
This arse really knows how to take a punishment" The final twenty were
fortunately quick , the interval between each one so short that there was
no real time to register the pain of each individual strike.

After he finished Sir Phil listed me up and took me in his arms "It's going
to be Ok. You were a great ashtray last night, and the way you treated all
that spicy ash was fantastic, but you swore. Slaves should never swear.
Remember that. He removed my gag and kissed my lips. Now let's see how red
that arse is, I don't want Kyle thinking i was soft on you. What do you
think another twenty? "Make it thirty I replied Sir please":