As i approached Boss, he crouched down, when i reached him, he lifted my chin, looked into my eyes, he forced open my mouth and spat. He petted my head, and stood.
Good boy, good Tommy Boy.
He turned,walked and sat in an armchair.
Boots, Tommy boy.
Still on my knees i crawled over and began to worship his left size 13 Wesco boot. Boss was wearing 18 inch high boots, with a raised heel, and brass buckles. All of which needed the care and attention only a devoted boot worshipping submissive could provide.
I gave my initial attention to the toe broad wet licks so that it glistened occasionally my tongue would venture round to make sure that the welt and the front sole were also given the required attention. Slowly i worked myself up towards the vamp, again making sure that it was shining from my tongue work, occasionally spitting to create an extra layer of saliva Ensuring that the buckles were not forgotten.
`Up' said Boss.
He leaned over and a lump of ash fell on the toe.
Eagerly i ate it, and ensured that no trace of ash remained.
Thank You Boss.
Boss tapped the instep with his gloved hand.
Yes , Boss. More tongue action, and more opportunity to get my tongue to worship the sole.
Moving towards the shaft, Boss grabbed by hair and directed me to the right boot. The ritual i had performed on his left was repeated, tow, welt, front sole, ash eating vamp and insole. All glistening although by now my mouth was dry and barely producing enough spit to help my job along.
However i persisted, noticing how i was struggling Boss grabbed me nb the chin, forced my mouth open and deposited a ball of spit inside, before pushing me back down towards his foot. This was just what was needed and i resumed the sacrament of worship with renewed vigor.
Master M suddenly spoke, he cant keep a but plug in whene instrucyed, and has a worthless locked up dick but I told You he's not half bad at foot worship.
M, I must admit , he's not bad at all.
Ok Tommy Boy time to rest. I'm hungry. Pass me your bank card.
I crawled to get my wallet, returned to Boss side, with the wallet in my mouth. He took out my card and threw it at Master M.
Mexican I think for three.
Master M threw back the card - be here in twenty minutes.
Cheers , said Boss
Turning his attention to me.
Time to set up some early ground rules.
First, your morning and evening gym meets with Dom and Sam are no more, not while I'm in charge. I still expect you to go to the gym, but I want you to concentrate on the exercise. I want that butt of your to grow. It's going to be beaten frequently, and i want a meaty arse to aim at.
Second, when I arrive at the office, i want you there kneeling, just inside the door, you will greet me my kissing each foot. You will then stand, take my coat hang it up, and pull out my chair. ' Kneeling you then say `Good Morning Boss, i'm here to obey You. Do You have any orders? My response will vary, you will comply.
you will then work, but all the time making sure that you are aware that I now own you .
you will seek permission from Me before you do anything
Sir , may i please do xxx Sir,
Want to piss - " Sir ,may i please go and pee Sir" Want to shit "Sir may i please go and poo Sir' Need to get something off the printer -"Sir , may i please collect my printing Sir?' Need to return to your desk" Sir, may i please sit back down Sir? Need to pick up something from the floor. "Sir, may i please pick up whatever Sir?
Want to get coffee" Sir, may i get some coffee Sir' -
Talking about coffee, you will have noticed I've not paid for any since you started working for Me, nor lunch. That will continue.
When you return with My coffee, you will place it on my desk kneel, kiss my feet, and return to your desk, but ask me for permission to sit
How does that sound as an early ground setting.
"Good Sir, i will do my best to comply" "Your best night not be good enough - understand?" "Yes Sir Right answer Tommy Boy
Then the doorbell rang.
"What you waiting for?' said Master M. "Get the food" I looked down at my naked body, my locked cock there on display "Get the food now, be proud of being locked and owned"
I crawled to the door, stood and opened it fully. The young delivery driver looked taken aback at first sniggered and handed me a plastic bag containing the delivery.
I closed the door, knelt and with the bag in my mouth crawled to Master M, and Boss. Both were sat at Master M's dining table, on the floor at Boss's feet a dog bowl and a pint glass full of piss.
For tonight you can relax, I'll serve saud Boss, he piled the food on to His and Master M's plates. My bowl remained empty.
They started to eat, still my bowl remained empty, then suddenly Boss, spat some semi shewed food into the bowl.
"Eat"
I looked at a grey sludge in the bowl, bent over and ate.
Every few mouthfuls this was repeated, occasionally Master M would do the same.
Whilst these two superior leathermen sat and had a feast, i made do with sludge, sometime it was little more than a thick liquid.
Kneel, ordered Boss. I lifted myself up, he grabbed me by the chin and made as if to kiss me, this time the food was transferred directly into my mouth. This is how the rest of the meal continued. It was a struggle not to vomit. I started to gag.
Anything you vomit gets eaten Tommy Boy, just remember that. Suppressing the need to be sick i stayed in the kneeling position, and made sure that i was grateful that i was being fed. Finally the meal was over.
Thank you Tommy Boy, that was delicious.
Time for us to leave M here, but before you go, I think you owe Him an apology for not keeping that butt plug in.
Kneel and lick kiss His boots, and say Sorry then kiss mine.
I knelt and kissed both of Master M's boots. When would i see them next i wondered, this transfer of ownership was starting to worry me.
I then turned round and started to kiss Boss's feet. When he pressed his foot into the small of my back, forcing my are higher. I then felt an agonising pain Master M had kicked me in the bollocks. Then another and then another.
Ok M, that's enough punishment for now. I don't want him to be too damaged before I even start.