Date: Sun, 13 Mar 2016 01:34:58 +0000 (UTC)
From: edward guest <gringogoatee@yahoo.com>
Subject: Barefoot Scrub Slave 1

A true story from my past involving bondage and discipline. Feedback to
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Barefoot Scrub Slave 1

When I saw the man walking towards me, my dick started to twitch. Even from
half a block away, he was sexy. As he got closer, his dick hardened more.
The man was medium height, wearing boots, jeans and t-shirt. He was the
perfect looking Daddy, with barrel chest and beer belly. He was rugged,
with a big bushy mustache.

The man saw my gaze and stared at me intently. I started to blush, but
didn't look away. The man came up to him and put out a big hand.

"Hey fella, noticed you looking at me. You're a hot young man." I was big
and built and often got compliments, but hearing this hot man compliment me
put a big smile on my face.

"Thank you, Sir. My name's Andy."

"Sir, eh? The name's Roy, but you just keep callin' me Sir. I think we
could have some fun together. You got time to get acquainted at my place?
Before you say yes, I want you to know that if you say yes now, I expect
you to say yes to a lot of things. I want obedience."

Here, he reached out and grabbed my hardening dick. There were people
walking down the street, but I didn't back away. I was embarrassed, but too
horny to think straight. The man's deep, honeyed voice seemed to melt any
opposition away.

"Yes, Sir!"

The man laughed. "Your dick already answered me boy. Let's go. Stay one
step behind me." We walked about four blocks, my dick now straining against
my pants. I watched his meaty ass as he strode down the street, never
looking back to see if I was following. He turned into an apartment
building, stopped and said, "take off your shoes, boy. You are always
barefoot in my home." I was about to ask "here, in the street?" but the man
was looking at me sternly. He clearly just expected me to take off my
shoes, so I did. "Socks, too, hurry up!" I snatched the socks from my feet
and held them in my hands.

"Come on in, boy." I followed him into the lobby. "OK, boy, now let's see
how eager you are to serve me." He reached down and pulled open the buttons
on my jeans. Working his big hands in and around my underwear, he pulled
out my cock and balls and gave them a tug until they were hanging out of my
pants. By now, my cock was rock hard and pointing straight out. I just
stood there, dumbly, my hands full of shoes and socks. I saw someone pass
by outside, but they didn't look in to see me with my cock waving around in
the air. It was embarrassing... but hot, too.

"Take the stairs, boy. I'm up on the third floor. Just wait outside
302. I'll be there in a second. Don't you dare touch that cock. That's my
job!" I practically ran up the stairs, cock and balls bouncing in the air.
I didn't want anyone to see me. Of course, when I got to his apartment, I
realized that I just had to wait there in the hallway. I faced the door and
prayed that no one would come out of the neighboring apartments.

In just a minute, I head the elevator open, and Roy came striding out. It
may have been just a short time, but it felt like an eternity, me, barefoot
and dick exposed in an almost-public place. Roy opened up his door and
stepped just inside. "Strip, hand me your clothes, then get down on your
hands and knees and crawl into my apartment. You never wear clothes here!"

I couldn't believe I was doing this, but it just seemed necessary to obey
this man. There was something about his voice that commanded respect. Of
course, the fact that I was cross-eyed with horniness didn't hurt!

As I stripped off the clothes, pants, shirt and underwear, I handed them to
Sir Roy. He stared at my body, then gave a long, low whistle, "that's quite
a body, boy. I'm going to enjoy exploring what it can do. Get down!" He
barked out that last sentence, so I hurriedly got down on my hands and
knees. "Good boy, follow!" I crawled into the apartment. Sir Roy tossed my
clothes into a hall closet, closed the door, then walked on into the living
room. I followed, on hands and knees, staring at his boots as they clomped
across the floor.

"Lie on your stomach boy, and raise your feet. It's time you learn that
being with me means that you never get to walk like a man. You will be
barefoot and hobbled and working hard when you are with me. Got it, boy?"

I could feel him tying a knotted rope around my left ankle. He explained
what else he was doing. "I'm going to tie off each toe, so every step you
take, you remember that I am in charge. Mmmm. Feel that knot? I love it
when I get the knot right between the toes." I breathed in sharply as Sir
Roy looped the rope around another toe and tied it off to my ankle. Each of
my toes was cinched up tightly and tied off to the ankle rope. When Sir Roy
finished both feet, he took an elastic band and strapped it twice around my
ankle.

"That looks great, boy. Get up, walk over to that little square painted on
the floor in front of my chair and stand there." I got up slowly and walked
gingerly over. It must have looked ridiculous, with me taking tiny steps, a
little grunt each time my toes were pulled by the rope. I could see a tiny
square of white paint, so I stood on top.

"Boy, when you are in that spot, and I expect you to spend a lot of time
there, I don't ever want to see any part of your bare foot to touch the
floor. Your space is just that small, painted square. Now!" I hastily rose
up on the balls of my feet and positioned them in the square. My toes hung
over, but they weren't touching the crowd, as tightly bound as they
were. There wasn't room for the heel of my foot, so i stood on the balls of
my feet.

Master left the room, and I could hear water running. It was hard to
balance without my toes, so I stood there, swaying a bit, with my thighs
trembling already from the pose.

Roy came in and sat down in the easy chair in front of me. He grinned, and
said, "Damn, boy, you look mighty fine like that. He stood up, reached into
his pocket and pulled out a brown bottle of poppers. Take some deep snorts
of this boy, I like to see a sub red-faced, head swimming."

He held up the bottle first to one nostril, then to the other and then
another round. Each time I took deep whiffs of the poppers. By the time he
removed the bottle, i was wavering back and forth trying to stay on the
square.

"Love to see a boy fucked up on fuck juice," Roy chuckled. "You are going
to be fun. We'll spend more time in the square later, but right now, i want
to see how you can serve me. "Do you want to suck my dick, slave?"

Yes, Sir! Please let me suck your dick, Sir!" I even licked my lips.

He laughed at my eagerness. "Well, you haven't earned that right yet, but I
have a feeling you will." He reached down beside the chair and pulled up a
tattered washcloth with a rope tied to it.

"Tie that around your waist, slave!" He tossed it to me and I almost
stumbled out of the square. It was an old dishcloth, stained and holed. I
tied the rope around my waist. My dick tented up the cloth, and the pulsing
head found one of the holes and peeped out.

"I want you barefoot and naked most of the time slave, but this is proper
work attire for you. I am going to put you to work, in ways you are going
to like sometimes and in ways you are going to hate. But you will work for
me. Down on all fours!"

Again, the barked command had me scrambling to obey. I knelt on the ground,
feet tied together and hurting from the bondage. Sir Roy came over and
tousled my short hair. He pulled out the bottle and gave me another round
of poppers. With my head spinning, he said, "Crawl after me, fuckface."

I crawled behind him into the kitchen. In the middle of the linoleum was a
plastic water bucket. I knelt there, not knowing what to do.

"Go ahead slave, start scrubbing. My kitchen floor needs to be cleaned.
You've got the rag right there. Get to it!" I quickly untied the rag from
my waist and put it into the hot water. I started right where the bucket
was and started to slosh soapy water around.

"Smack!" I yelped in pain and surprise as Sir Roy stood there, thick black
belt in his hand. He'd walloped me good with it.

"Start in the far corner and work your way to the door, ya stupid scrub
slave!" He accompanied his commands with another couple whacks with the
belt. I scrambled over to the corner, pushing the bucket with me. I started
scrubbing furiously at the floor. Any time that I slackened, Sir Roy gave
me a crack with the belt. By the time I had finished the floor, my ass was
burning red and I was out of breath from the effort and the poppers. Master
had kept back the whole time, just in belt reach, but now he stepped
forward right onto the wet surface.

"Not bad, scrub slave. You'll improve with lots of practice." As he stepped
back to the living room, he left two muddy boot prints on the clean floor.
He settled into his chair, then yelled back. "Lick that mess off the floor,
put on your scrub slave outfit and get back to your square!" I couldn't
believe it as I bent forward to lick up the muddy boot prints. The floor
tasted of soap, mostly. As my tongue worked over the linoleum, I noticed
that my dick was still hard. I'd never done anything this kinky before, but
my dick wanted me to keep doing it. I licked the boot dirt clean, fastened
the now damp and dirty cloth around my waist, then crawled back and stood
up on my square. I was still panting from the effort.

Master stretched out his legs. My eyes followed his big, black boots as
they stretched almost to me. He followed my eyes and laughed. "You'll be
getting to know my boots and feet all to well, slave! But for now, I need
you to clean my dick off and suck some of the cum out of my balls. Get down
here!"

I knelt at his feet and started to reach for his jeans. He swung the belt
which he still held in his hand and it hit my back with a fearsome sound. I
cried out at the pain. Roy hadn't spared any muscle.

"Use. Your. Mouth. Slave." He said each word carefully. I noticed that his
mustache fluttered as the syllables came out. I also realized that I was
focused on his mouth. That was where the commands came from, and at this
point, I wasn't sure I could look him in the eyes."

I bent over and undid the buttons with my teeth. His jeans were tight, but
old and faded, so it wasn't hard to open it up all the way. Sir Roy was
wearing an old jockstrap, yellowed and frayed. When his pants fell open, a
strong musky odor came from his crotch. I'd never smelled it so strong. It
made my head swim just like the poppers had. I reached for the band with my
teeth and tugged down the pouch over his cock and balls. It was hard to get
the elastic over his thick dick, but once I did, his cock bounced up. He
wasn't as long as I was, but man was that a thick dick. It had to be the
girth of a beer can. I didn't know how I was going to stretch my lips
around it.

Sir Roy's dick was uncircumcised, and despite its hardness, the skin
wrinkled over the head.

"Put your nose right in there, slave, and take some deep breaths." I
nestled my nose right into the puckered flesh and felt it hit the hard
head. The scent was overpowering. I could tell that he hadn't showered that
day. Hell, maybe not for a day or two. It was rank and tart and sour
somehow, but with such strength that I couldn't tear my nose away. In fact,
I started to nuzzle at it and felt precum lubricate the tip of my nose as I
rubbed and breathed.

Master held up the brown bottle again, and I alternated between deep
breaths of his unwashed cock and hits from the poppers. Sir Roy then slid
down the hood of his uncut cock, exposing the red knob. I noticed that the
underside was coated with dick cheese.

"Lick it off boy. I want my cock to shine when you are done with it." Face
as red as his cock from all of the poppers, I engulfed the thick head with
my mouth and started sucking. I swirled my tongue all around, feeling the
smegma on my tongue and throat as I swallowed it down. Occasionally I would
take a breath and notice that Sir's cockhead was now clean. Master noticed
too, and gave me another round of hits from his bottle.

"Suck it, slave!" And he pushed my head down on his dick. I choked and the
saliva dripped around the base of his cock as I struggled with the thick
pole invading my throat. I desperately started to breathe through my nose
and soon gained enough equilibrium to start sucking. I pistoned up and down
the shaft, pausing to roll the head in either cheek. I was still snorting
from all of the snot and slime that coated his cock, but I was too far gone
to care. I sucked and gasped and choked and licked until I could feel his
balls start to churn.

"Swallow it, slave! Swallow it all." He grabbed my throat and started
raping my mouth. When his cock erupted, the first blasts went straight down
my throat. Others filled my mouth and dripped down the base of his cock and
slid towards his balls. When I was sure the cum geyser was over, I licked
all the way down to ensure that I got all of the gooey, salty cum from his
balls.

Sir Roy sat back in his chair, with a big grin on his face.

"That was fine, slave. You'll get better though, with a LOT more practice!"