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David was out for the night, now that he had suddenly found himself with the Title of Master he felt the need to go and visit the local fetish bar. His recently acquired Master friends had provided him with the required clothes to meet the dress code.
As he walked the creak of leather, and the heavy clomp of the boots, made confirmed his recent realisation that he possessed something he hadn't previously been aware of he had Natural Power and dominance.
His newly acquired slave, his former Boss, Chris was at home , commanded to work to make sure that the business that David had recently taken ownership of continued to be successful, he had however insisted that the gimp suit he had worn to clean the piss strewn floor of the gym was kept on. He was getting used to the high life, and wanted to make sure that continued. He smiled at the changes that Chris had taken from arrogant floppy haired blond, tattooed, pierced skinhead.
He entered the bar, ordered a drink, and went and stood where he could be both unobtrusive but visible. Within five minutes, a thirty something man stood before him, arms behind his back, and looking at his boots. It took Dave a while to realise that the man wanted to lick them. Dave nodded, and the man fell down and started to worship with gusto.
David smiled, the man was certainly not his type, but he was out of the line of his vision so that was no big deal. He looked around and saw a mix of Doms, and Tops, Subs and Bottoms. Their behaviour with each other depended on their position, and Dave assumed previous encounters. Dave knew right there that his position was amongst the upper level of the Doms, the ones who were slightly more aloof than the others, but the ones who appeared to be getting the most glances from the subs and bottoms.
He suddenly noticed two eager bottoms hovering around him, one slightly geeky, the other muscle bear, releasing this he kicked the man who was making love to his leather boots in the stomach.
You can fuck off now,
Thank YOU Master, it said getting up, with a smile. Dave pointed at the muscle bear, then at his boots, the sub immediately fell to the ground and started to worship. The geek looked dejected. When Dave pointed at him, then becond him over.
I have two boots, Boy. Dave looked down, two eager boot pigs eagerly eating cow leather. As he watched, he began to rub his crotch, the feel of his dick under the leather made me hard. He slowly unzipped and pulled it out, and slowly started to wank himself. He then bent down and pulled up both of his boot pigs, they were now at eye level with his dick, he could sense their salivating. Dave then put a gloved hand in each of their face, pushed them back and said not yet fuckers.
As he finished tucking himself in a bottle of beer was placed by his side.
Sir a gift from an admiring slave. Please take it. Thank You Sir and goodbye.
He turned and went into the crowd. Dave looked at the bottle, first in shock, then smiled. Yes, I have power.
He also realised he did not necessarily have to accept the attention. As he drank from the bottle, numerous men hovered in the background, he rebuffed each one of them. He could choose who he allowed to serve him.
He walked around the bar, making sure that he was seen, and looking out for those he felt were the right ones to worship and serve him. His bladder was full, he entered the bathroom, the cubicles were both occupied, and there was a queue for the through, not helped he thought by the presence of a half naked man lying in it. Not only did it add to the queue , there was piss on the floor, and his boots were getting wet.
Must get the gimp to do that thought Dave, as he felt his bladder get fuller.
Does Sir need a toilet Sir, he heard a voice ask. He looked down , there was a rubber clad blond man, no taller than 5 ft 3.
Yes boy, but this queue is ridiculous. I'll be your toilet Sir we can do it outside in the smoking area, I'll follow You Sir. .
He entered the smoking area, followed by the short arse. A dozen men with large heavy cigars, some alone, some in groups, a few accompanied ny collared submissive kneeling waiting for the next order.
He looked around for somewhere to use his newly acquired toilet. He then realized that he was already kneeling. This is the perfect spot Sir. I'm ready for your piss.
Dave still couldn't get over the fact that that there were Men who liked being used as urinals, but if it made life easier for Men like him, he wasn't going to complain.
Open it then - he said. Looking down at his crotch.
Shortarse reached up unzipped the leather and pulled out Dave's dick He move forward and gently took it into his mouth, the warm wet hole creating a new sensation. He remained still not teasing the dick, this wasnt a blow job, short arse was taking its role properly. Then the bladder finally expelled its contents. Dave could feel his own piss as it filled the urinal's mouth, he stopped the flow to allow him to swallow, then started again. When finished he looked down, and saw that the toilet was smiling broadly, a single drop of piss on the upper lip.
Sir how else may I serve you. Dave spotted a seat in the corner.
Go over there and wait.
Short arse scuttled over and knelt near the chair as ordered. Dave took out a cigar, lit it, put his dick back in his trousers, walked over to short arse.
Ever been a foot stool ?
Yes Sir, good, i need one. Dave sat down, and spent the next hour slowly enjoying his cigar as short arse stayed in the same position as his footstool. Power is great thought Dave to himself.