Date: Tue, 2 Feb 2021 22:12:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ash Eater <locked_london@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wanted Dog Walker  8

Although it had only been a week it was odd being back on the tube. Mr
Stephens had wished me good luck in the new job. I had mixed feelings, I
really needed the money, the ten quid a day I got for walking Boy wasn't
going to support me, but feared that the job would distract me from my dog
walking responsibilities.

The stiff collar around my neck would be a reminder I said to myself. As
the tube rattled along the track I surveyed the carriage, or should I say
cruised. It took a while for me to realise that my eyes were now settling
on a very different type of commuter than a week ago when I last made the
journey. No longer was I eyeing up the lean late twenty year olds with
their lean torsos. I was now far more taken by the heftier late thirties
and forty somethings, possibly older, especially those dressed in smart
shits and well knotted ties. Men who reminded me of Mr Stephens

As often happened the carriage emptied slightly at Oxford Circus, and I
managed to get a seat. Opposite me sat one of the men who I had been eyeing
up. I found myself debating would I be happier with my head between his
thighs or lying down at his feet. For the first time in ages I was
conscious of my dick as it hardens at options. Before I could decide I was
at Kings Cross, my stop.

I had plenty of time, to kill. Time the old me would have spent in a coffee
shop drinking a coffee and eating a muffin. As I walked toward the exit my
phone burst back into life. "Check your emails" I hurried toward the gates,
swiped my card at the gate and was soon outside. I opened my email
app. "Today's instructions" "As its your first day you can take it easy,
eat and drink as much as you want and when you want, if you need the
bathroom just go. I however want you here by 7"

With forty minutes to go I rushed into the nearest Nero and got myself a
large black coffee, triple shout, and pointed to the largest muffin on
display. As I drank and ate I sent Mr Stephens a "Thank You," I appreciated
his concern for my well being, and I was looking forward to seeing him that
night .

I felt out of place initially when I entered the office. It was on the
third floor of a modern business block, SB Data was etched into the glass
on the door. The dress code was clearly casual, but I told myself that the
stiff high collar of the shirt was there for a purpose, and to start
thinking otherwise was to be disrespectful to Mr Stephens. It turned out
the job was going to be a mix of filing and data entry to fill in for a
couple of people who were off on holiday. Enough to keep me occupied but
also enough for me to spend thinking about Mr Stephens.

I'd been filing for an hour when the coffee I had earlier suddenly began to
take effect. I clenched my legs hoping that the urge to go away, when I
remembered he email. Being allowed to piss as and when I wanted was already
a novelty, and I told myself not to get to used to it, as Mr Stephens
standard would be reimposed quite soon. It was also a novelty to be able to
fully decide what and when to eat. Possibly the what as I was persuaded to
join in two geeky types to have lunch with them. Over the sandwich and diet
coke they commented only dress sense.

"It's certainly not the usual get up for this place, but the Bosses will be
impressed. If they had their way we would all be dressed like you, smart
stiff collars, ties" Tim the geekier of the two said.

Lunch over I needed the toilet again, another piss, but in my eagerness to
return to my work I tucked myself in too early and I felt a dribble of piss
streak down my leg. Rather than be mortified it was strangely reassuring,
as it reminded me of Mr Stephens' regime. At the same time a text came
through asking how my day was going. Back at my desk I crafted a lengthy
response. I just pressed send when Tim appeared. "Oi Pete, the Boss would
like to meet you." I got up from my desk and followed him. He knocked the
door, and left me there. I began to shuffle nervously when the door
opened. Standing in front of me was Mr Stephens

He returned to his desk, I was still on the doorway. Are you just going to
stand there? Come in. I entered the office and closed the door behind
me. He looked at me closely. "Pissed yourself" "Yes Mr Stephens" "I
understand" He pointed to a corner, and indicated I was to turn round way
from him .

Ahead of me could just about see a clock tower, I watched as the minute
hand moved slowly forward. At times the only noise was his deep breathing,
at others he was in deep conversation." Requirers further training,
becoming obedient, follows orders, doesn't question" I`d been standing
there for thirty minutes when I heard the door open and close. I could
sense that there was an extra person in the room. "Almost done"

"So how's the new boy?" "You've met him, what do you think?" My stiff
collar meant it was impossible to turn my head even slightly as the
conversation continued. "Probably will do, still need to see an example of
his written work though, gas failed to provided it despite the chances i've
given him" "We can discuss that later Mike, I've got a solution"

Mike, I suddenly recognised the voice, it was Mr Stephens friend from
Saturday morning Mr Black. A click of Mr Stephens fingers was all I needed
to turn round, he was dressed in a bespoke suit, and hand made shoes, as
expensive and as unique as the leather he was wearing when I first met.

So we have a problem said Mr Stephens. Mike here has sent you four messages
to your recon account. Care to provide an explanation as to why? In fact
why were you looking at that site at all? I couldn't think of an answer so
remained silent.

Now how do we make amends. "Sorry Mr Black, I stammered" He shrugged. I
think you can do better than that. Let's start with what you wanted to do
on Saturday. "Not now Mike" "Really" I thought you like my training
technique. "Just one thing then" Mr Black walked towards me. "Down" He
placed he hands only shoulders and forced me to my knees. I was facing his
crotch. Now if I had my way you d be making amends right nw he said rubbing
his dick through the fabric of his trousers. But apparently I need to take
it easy. But from now on unless there are others present, you will always
be on your knees when I'm in the room. Understand? "Yes, Mr Black" "Good" I
watched as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of mints, he
unwrapped one and dropped it on the floor besides him. I didn't need to be
encouraged I dropped down and ate it.

Fuck you were in ages. Temps are usually in and out Kyle must really rate
you. What the fuck did you talk about. "My training needs" I said off the
top of my head. "another coffee." It was almost 5pm when Mr Stephens walked
passed my desk. I'm off, having a good evening boys. "Evening Kyle"shouted
the others Evening Mr Stephens I shouted. Tim looked at me and
laughed. "That's very formal, goes with the suite and tie I suppose. See
you tomorrow?"

I hurried towards the tube station Although I had plenty of time to get
back home take a deep breath and still get to Mr Stephens in time I had a
fear that I'd be late. I got on a crowded tube, and secured myself right by
the door into the next carriage. I closed my eyes and began to think about
the day . I was not expecting to have Mr Stephens as my boss, and tried to
think how that would impact on the relationship I had with him out of work,
would it change his attitude towards me, would mine towards him change? I
also thought about Mr Black, what was his role in all this.

The train jumped, I opened my eyes with a jolt, I almost felt as if I was
in a dream state. The train was still relatively full , it would be another
stop before emptying out, and another four before I'd be home. I had a look
around the carriage for a quick cruise, when half way down I noticed Mr
Black sitting there looking at me with an intense glare. I tried to avoid
it by looking at my phone. It briefly picked up a signal as the train
stopped and the doors opened. I looked at the icons for the dating app, and
was about to open Scruff when I thought better of it. Two stops to go, the
carriage was now empty. He continued to look at me. I looked down at my
shoes. Suddenly I was kneeling, tying my show lace. The not was perfectly
sound but it was something I was impelled to, not once but three
times. When I was happy O stood up, Mr Black was still looking at me, with
a grin on his face. He nodded at me, and then went on to open his
newspaper.

It had just turned 6.15 I had almost an hour to kill before I need to leave
the flat for the evenings walk. My phone went. "Come Now" Being summoned in
such a way got me excited, too excited perhaps as I almost came in my
trousers.

I looked in the mirror making sure I was presentable, and hurried out. I
had early touched the door bell when Mr Stephens stood in front of me still
in his office wear. Boy's ready, be back by 7. There was no indication or
acknowledgment of the events earlier in the day. Boy must have wondered
what I was unto as I hurried his walk, as I felt it was important be back
in Mr Stephens' presence.

On our return the door was open, I let Boy off his lead, and let him in, I
waited to be summoned. It was almost instantaneous. "I've had a hard day in
the office, you can cook" On the work surface there were two steaks, and a
packet of prepared salad." Medium rare for you , rare for me " I turned on
the gas, when he suddenly spoke. I've decided I want you naked whenever you
are in here from now on. I looked at him, and could tell that he was
serious. How thoughtful he was, trying to make sure my clothes didn't get
dirty when cooking.

Clothes off I began to cook, I made mine firsthand placed the almost still
raw meat on a plate. I then took care to ensure that Mr Stephens' steak was
cooked to his specific requirements. Mr Stephens was sitting waiting, I put
the plate in front of him. He looked at it, and lifted an empty wine glass
. I went and opened a bottle and poured. I then waited for further
instruction, He took two mouthfuls and "Get your plate, sit and eat"

I didn't have to be told where to sit I knelt besides his chair, holding
the steak in my hand I began to chew.

"Thirsty?" "Yes, Mr Stephens" I said with a mouthful of raw meat, reverting
instantly my rudeness. He got up, and opened the fridge. "Here you go, you
seemed to have enjoyed it last night " It was a glass of piss . I took a
mouthful "Thank You Mr Stephens"

"There's a plentiful supply of that you know, almost always on tap, either
here or in the office."

The rest of the meal was eaten in silence. Mr Stephens went through my
phone as always. I was grateful for each alarm he set as it helped
structure my day. "Ok now to tackle that discipline problem from earlier" "
I don't know which I am most upset about the fact you have been looking at
dating apps, or the fact you refused to respond to Mike"

I opened my mouth. "SSSHH i won't want your excuses, I have solved it, I've
gone in and deleted them, removed your profile entirely" Now get dressed,
go and I'll see you in the morning. i think we should aim for a 6am, start
don't you

Yes, Mr Stephens I said buttoning up my shirt collar relieved at the
security to brought me.