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"Come on bitch get it down you " I had spent the last hour throat fucking myself with a 10 inch dildo. Ten minutes in I had spewed up the contents of my stomach, twenty minutes later I had spewed some more, but according the Master's new guidelines encouraged by the Doctor, I had to continue for the whole hour. He explained it was intended to increase my resilience. I was now crouching down to lick the former contents of my stomach. I was now used to this ritual, and wished it had been like yesterday when I managed to do it with barely a hint of drool. What I didn't know was whether or not I'd get a chance to eat breakfast, so this if I was unlucky could be it.
This was only one of the changes introduced at the apparent suggestion of the Doctor, as Master was still reluctant to have me locked up for any significant period instead it was recommended that I spend an hour each night strapped to Master St Andrew's cross with a heavy weight strapped to my balls, to stretch them. I have no idea how this was progressing or indeed if it was ever going to be successful, but Master enjoyed turning the Allen key on the lock and then waiting. When he was particularly cruel he would wank me to the point just before orgasm. He however ensured that I never orgasmed. Master was fully aware of how much tis frustrated me, and would taunt me, saying I wasn't even good enough to suffer a ruined orgasm.
If mornings were devoted to exercising my gag reflex, evening were devoted to my arse, Thirty minutes of fucking myself, followed by 90 nineties of plugging, and then to whack of Master's heaviest leather belt. Or should I say at least fifty whacks of Master's belt. A week into the new regime the butt plug fell out within ten minutes, Master decided that for each minute less than the 90 that the plug stayed in, I would get an extra whack. Two nights of 125 whacks made sure that my butt remained as clenched as possible every night.
I no longer slept on a piss stacked mattress, and had been allowed to sleep upstairs on the landing, in hearing distance of Master's alarm. I was expected to be at his bedside within a minute of it going off. Ready to accept his morning piss. As a result I had been in closer contact to his beautiful cock in the space of a month than in the months since I had given him a call about being a dog walker. This was also the time when I realised that I had no idea of how much time had actually past, it felt as if it was both yesterday, and years ago. What I did know that I had found the correct station in life I was a slave. Even if given the chance to return to my old life I would have refused. Master thankfully made it clear that that was unlikely.
After I had licked the last bit of spew from the floor Master instructed me to dress, as we were going into the SB Data office, the first time I had been there in ages, before I had had the courage to realise and admit my slave status. "iIm going ti have to go in regularly again, and I need to keep a close eye on you. So you are back as an employee. Sort of. Master had laid out some office wear on his bed, it was strange wearing really smart clothes again, and a thrill went down my back as I did up the top button of the shirt.
As we approached the office building I began to feel apprehensive as I had no idea what lay in store, then felt stupid, that was the exact feeling I had when I first came here, and that had ended up well. Master walked up to reception, I stood a few meters behind him. "Follow Diane here, she's going to get you a new pass" I followed the young woman, other than pointing at point on the floor and saying "Stand there, and look at the camera " she didn't say another word. She took a picture, typed something into a computer and after a few minutes my pass was ready She silently stood up walked out ion the office, her heels clicking along the floor. Master was outside waiting. She handed him what I assume my pass. He looked at it and smiled with approval.
"Let's go" I followed Master to the lift, the doors open, and then closed behind us. He handed me my pass, and pressed the button to the third floor. I looked at it. I realised how much I had changed in the last how many months. My eyes looked much happier. I then looked at the name. Just two letters. it. Both letter were in lower case Less a name more a description.
As the doors opened I felt a sense of familiarity, the office looked the same as it had when I was here last, but I also felt a sense of dread, as when I was here last I was an employee, even of that work had seen me decent more and more into submission. I followed Master as he walked through the office, those that were there carried on working as if I wasn't there.
In his office Master walker to his desk and sat down, I hovered by the door unsure what to do. For the next twenty minutes he ignored me as he checked his laptop. There was a knock on his door. Hr pointed at me, instructing me to move and kneel, and look down at the floorY "Come in " "Hi Kyle" "Hi Tim"
"You remember Tim, don't you?" I looked up, and Master, and nodded. "You say Hello." "I turned to the door. "Hello." Tim who was rather geeky when I last saw him had changed slightly smarter clothes, and showed signs of having been at the gym for the last few months. "Fucks sake. is that how you say Hello, say it properly. Time make it easy for him. " Master waved his hand and Tim walked towards me. He was a foot away when he spat down on his shiny dress shoes. This was not the meek geeky Tim I remembered.
"Hello Pete, get licking. I look forward to you call me Sir from now on""Tim, call it It. Pete is almost a decent memory now" Tim laughed. "Pete, It, whatever you called just fucking get licking" I bent down and kissed his shoes, and began to lick off the spit"Kyle I don't have all day I've got a call, can I take it to my office"
Master must have agreed to the request as Time reached into mushers grabbed the chain collar and lifted me on my feet and dragged me out of Master's office into his.
As soon as we entered he pushed me down to the floor, sat down on the sofa and rested his right ankle on his left knee. Tapped the sole. "Get going" I immediately began to lick, the soles were still unworn and the smooth surface felt good along my tongue. "I'm going to take a call, don't you dare stop" The next fifteen minutes my tongue remained in almost contact with the still shiny soles of his shoe, it was almost a privilege to be the first to do so, then I realised that being a shoe licking slave and that for normal people that licking a man's shoe was the total opposite of a privilege, a humiliation even. I however was like a pig in shit, on my knees submitting too the power of another man. He finished the call, but gave me no indication that I was to stop. I lifted my eyes briefly and saw that he was watching me closely,
"Kyle is a damn fine boss, but I wish he had let me in on the domination lark so much sooner. I had to wait to get promoted before he let on. I was such a naive twat, not understanding why you always called him and Mike Sir. Overly polite I though, but no you are just a born slave."
I carried on licking. "Ok stop" I moved back onto my knees. Tim placed his foot on the floor, I waited for an instruction to start worshipping the leather, but none came. "I know what you want to do? You want to lick that brioche shirt leather don't you ?" "Yes Sir" "Well you're out lot luck matey. He stood up and walked to a coat stand. Bending gown he picked up a bag and returned and sat down again. Unzipping the bag he brought out a yellow sock. "I've been wearing these at the gym for the last week in anticipation. Ive even done some extra long treadmill sessions especially for you. So I want to see appreciation in those eyes of ours" He lifted the sock and unfurled it, the smell of stale sweat was in the air. He swung it back and forth in front of my face each time I tried to inhale the smell he yanked it up higher, like the fruit tree that taunted Tantalus in the Greek myths. As my frustration became greater Tim laughed
"Come on show me how much you want too taste this, smell this, jump up, and bark"
I got up from my knees and crouched, and began to jump, each time the sock was snatched from my face. "I said Bark" Each jump was now accompanied by a growl or a woof. Tim continued to laugh, standing up so the sock was further out of reach. Finally he stopped taunting me. The sock was directly in my face. "Breathe in " He pressed the sock against mu nose, I took in a deep breath, when he suddenly stuffed it in my mouth only stopping as I began to gag and choke ."You'd better get used to it. It's going to be in for a while" He said adjusting the sock. Now get bak on the floor I need to rest my legs. I got back on my knees, and placed my forehead on the hard tiled floor. .Tim sat down, placed both feet on my back I've got to listen in on a boring conference, you are going to help me get through it. He turned on the speaker and I felt the heel of the shoes dig into my back.
Fifteen minutes into the call, he stood up and pulled me back to a kneeling position. He unzipped his trousers, and pointed to his fly. I guessed immediately that he wanted to piss, I reached up an unzipped the fly and took out his dick. "What you waiting for?" I took it into my mouth as the conference continued, and let the bitter liquid gush down my gullet.
As the final drops trickled down, a voice on the phone said "Let's take a break for 15 minutes"
Tim slid out his dick. "Don't think you are getting a break" I've got at least a couple more hours of fun planned for you.