Sunday evening, I was holding Boy's lead as we returned to Sir's. I found it hard to believe that less than two months ago I had called him Kyle, and that yesterday morning Mr Stephens. Sir was a far more appropriate term. It showed the appropriate level of respect. Maybe one day if I was still employed he would allow me to cal him Sir in the office too.
As we stood by the kerb waiting for the light to change a bus went by and threw a wave of dirty rain water over me. The water was still dripping off me as Sir opens the door to let me in. He laughed as he looked first at Boy and then me. "Looks as if you both need a clean. Get in the kitchen." "Now"
I hurried in, taking time only to detach Boy's lead from his collar, and to remove my clothes.I took my position in the corner, the nakedness only slightly relieving the dampness of my unexpected drenching. Sir grabbed a towel and rubbed Boy down, he growled in excitement, his tail wagged, as Sir mockingly avoided the dog's attempt to lick his face.
"Now you" he said addressing me, but still paying his attention to Boy.
"You need a bath, follow me" On all fours I followed Sir out of the kitchen, I watched as he started walking upstairs. It was then it occurred to me that all this time I had not been upstairs, Boy was regularly admonished when he attempted to follow Sir to his bedroom. I took it for granted that this was out of bounds for me too.
I hovered at the bottom of the first step unsure what to do next.
"Come on then, get up" I crawled up stairs still uncertain, as if I was a naughty child, and half expected Sir to shout Naughty Boy at me .
Sir was already running water in the bath. "Whilst that runs you can have a drink" he dropped his trousers. The warm liquid tasted as good as ever. "Thank you Sir " The more I said that phrase the better it sounded.
"Stand". Sir reached into his wallet and removed the key to my cage. If we're going to wash we'd better make it a thorough one.
"Hop in" .I stood up briefly, and climbed into the bath, the water was lovely and warm, I was about to lie in it, but something told me that wild be inappropriate and that I should remain on all fours.
"I'm not sure how you going to wash yourself like that. I suppose you want me to help " " Yes Sir" I said sheepishly. He scooped some water from the bath and poured it over my head, and began to lather it up with shampoo, he next moved to my back, the my stomach massaging in some liquid soap, next my legs. His firm hands rubbing against my body made me weak, I felt my self almost totally surrendering to him.
I watched as he poured some more soap into his hand, and then began to play with my dick. It was the hardest it had been in weeks. The sensation as he pulled back my tight foreskin made me whelp.
"Time to give you a milking" I closed my eyes as he played with my dick. If I was unused to my dick being hard, I was even less used to the sensation of it being played with, such intimate human contact was now almost alien.
I grunted in happiness. "Like that do we?' I stumbled out a Yes Sir, which could almost have been mistaken for a growl. He then slowed his pace, and suddenly stopped. Some soap was squirted at my bum hole, an initial massage, then one if not two fingers started to probe. "Let's see if we can speed up the milking" As his left index finger worked its way around the hole , with his right hand he began to stroke my dick again.
I started to whimper, "Shhh" No noise just take it."Yes S..." "I said no noise" This continued for what seemed like hours as I bit my lip. My dick felt as if it was harder and longer than it had ever been, and Sir's finger felt as if it had been in deeper than any cock. I squinted trying to repress the animal noises that I wanted to make. I could feel a sensation in my balls I was about to explode, He loosened his grip, but left in his finger, but it was no longer fucking me. I shot my load into the water below. I wanted to cry, I had hoped that Sir would allow me to orgasm, but he only made me cum.
Let's rinse you off. But before that you can lean this off, he presented me with the finger that he had stuck up my arse. I took it in my mouth , and sucked it clean.
Half an hour later I was back down stairs, in Sir's lounge, I was naked still, he was in his dressing gown. His feet were on my back as I crouched on all fours sniffing and inhaling his discarded jockstrap.
"I don't know about you, but I enjoyed that. I think we should make Sunday night milking and bathing night." I remained silent, i had enjoyed the bath, but the lack of a mind blowing orgasm was hard to take. Locked or not I realised that I Sir was taken on responsibility for my orgasms, as I inhaled the sweat from his jockstrap, and his heels dug into my back I realised I was lucky that he was voluntarily taking on yet another aspect of my well being.
The next day in the office Sir came out and spoke with me more often than usual, I found calling him Mr Stephens suddenly jarring and odd, on a couple of occasions I added a Sir, thankfully out of earshot of Tim and the others. Would it be seen as creepily subservient, or just sarcastic. I resolved to do better. When I was finally called in to see him and Mr Black at lunchtime. it was a relief knowing I could address him properly.
As was often the case the conversation between the two of them happened above me. The only acknowledgment of my presence was when Mr Black pushed my head forward so my face was embedded in the carpet, forcing my backside into the air. He stood in front of my presenting his shoe. No words were required I began to lick.
"Ok you've persuaded me. I'm sure Boy will cope without him for an evening." "Trust me it will be worth it" "Look at me"
My tongue was still attached to Mr Black's shoe, but I lifted my eyes and looked at Sir. Disappointingly it was obvious he want going to make use of me as his urinal.
"Mike here has an important meeting this afternoon, it may take some time. You will accompany him. Mr Black moved his shoe away from my lips. "Get dressed: I stood up, and put on my clothes, Sir and Mr Black were having a conversation, and again ignoring me. I tightened the tie around my neck, the security of the cloth collar helped reduce the anxiety of what lay ahead over the next few hours. Securely fastened I returned to my kneeling position.
Mr Black looked at his watch, then at me, a ball of spit fell onto his right shoes, First impressions count, so make sure these are shiny. You have an hour. Yes, Mr Black Sir".