Date: Wed, 25 Nov 2015 04:02:03 +0100
From: Brian Bainbridge <brwainwright@gmx.com>
Subject: From Foot Fun to Master Chapter 10

FROM FOOT FUN TO MASTER
Part X


	We got to the camp about 8:30 that night. Once inside, Master said,
"I need my urinal."  I quickly got on my knees and welcomed his superior
piss in my mouth. He then sat on the sofa and was relaxing while I unloaded
the supplies and luggage from the van. I took the dogs out to do their
nightly business. While I was outside with our schnauzers, Justice and Boo
Radley, Master undressed himself, which is usually part of my duties as his
valet. He was wearing a red polo shirt, navy blue shorts, and flip-flops.
He is always so handsome and so sexy in anything he wears. He was reading,
had his legs crossed, and I noticed he was flexing his feet.

	"Slave, get in your uniform. Then unload the groceries; unpack the
suitcases, and report back to me. You have ten minutes to do these chores
and to submit."

	It took me only eight minutes to do these chores. My naked body was
now arched and my head was in front of Master's feet. He continued reading
for a few minutes. He then uncrossed his legs and told me to take off his
flip-flops.  For a few minutes, he flexed his feet and wiggled his toes in
front of my face, only an inch or two away. Oh, how I wish I could have
been munching on his toe jam, licking his foot sweat, and making a meal of
his toes.  He then said, "Get the lotion and massage my feet."

	While massaging his feet, Master was so tired; he fell asleep for a
few minutes. I put the lotion on the side of his feet and then kneeled and
lowered my head since I was in his presence. A few minutes later, he woke
up, and said, "Slave, let the dogs out one more time, and let's go to bed."

	A few minutes later, we were in the bedroom. I pulled back the
comforter and sheets to Master's bed and waited for him to enter the
room. He kissed me on the forehead. I then kneeled, opened my mouth, and
savored every drop of his last piss of the day. I then laid out my sheet,
blanket, and pillow at the foot of Master's bed, and he was sleeping within
a few minutes.

	The next morning after breakfast, Master was ready to get some sun
and was anxious to wear his new swimsuit, a navy and orange Speedo. Master
was anxious to relax in the new chaise recliner he bought for the deck. He
gave me permission to lie next to him on the ground and get some sun as
well. I looked for his sunscreen, but it wasn't anywhere around. I know I
bought it, but couldn't find it.

	Master was getting impatient and asked to once again look at the
store receipt. I had bought sunscreen, but couldn't find it. I looked in
the van twice, searched the bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom but could not
find it. Master was furious and ordered me to the bedroom. He told me to go
to the corner and put my two hands behind my head. He then got his paddle
and riding crop and spanked me for almost thirty minutes.

	"We are going to go to that overpriced, tourist trap of a store in
the village, and buy a new bottle of sunscreen, which will come out of your
allowance."

	 We drove in town, and I gave the cashier my $20.00 bill for my two
weeks allowance. The sunscreen was $16.15 and would leave me $3.85 to last
two weeks. I handed Master the receipt, as I must do whenever I spend any
money. Driving back to the camp, he said nothing to me. I knew my spanking
was just the first step to my punishment.

	When we got back to the cabin, I undressed Master and put his
flip-flops on his feet. He then had me rub sunscreen on his body. He then
said, "Slave, I'm going outside. You will be going in the corner of my
bedroom and write your mission statement 300 times.

	About an hour later, I could hear Master talking to a woman. I
wished I would have written a shorter slave mission statement five years
earlier because my hand was getting tired, and I had only written it
fifty-five times. Soon Master and this woman were shouting, and then I
heard nothing. Master was so mad, I heard him hit the outside wall with his
fist.

	He soon walked inside and yelled, "Slave, come in here."

	I went in the living room and saw Master sitting on a barstool. I
kneeled and submitted. He told me to lift up and kneel at attention.

	"Slave, our neighbors, or at least the old biddy I was speaking to
are trouble. She is an old rich, homophobic bitch. She was telling me how
you and I are morally wrong in our relationship. She has a gay son and she
and her husband have nothing to do with him. She is trouble, and I do not
want you to say anything to her at all if you should meet her. Do you
understand? Raising his voice in anger to her and not necessarily me he
said, 'Make sure you do not talk to her'."

	"Yes Master.' I raised my hand to request permission to speak.

	Permission granted."

	" Master, I'm sorry you had to encounter an old biddy while you're
trying to relax, and I know I deserve my punishment, but may I please say
I'm sorry and ask for your forgiveness for upsetting you."

	"Slave, at least you're recognizing your irresponsibility. When you
are finished writing your lines, bring them to me, and you may join me
outside, if I'm still sunning."

	Quickly writing to finish, two hours and ten minutes later, I
delivered my punish work to Master. He skimmed through it and gave me
permission to lie next to him on the floor of the deck. We were having a
nice time.  Master allowed me to talk freely; we were talking and laughing
and enjoying the beautiful day. All of a sudden out of nowhere, the old
biddy returned.

	Yes, she will be trouble to us when we're at the lake together. She
came back and again was being judgmental and argumentative to my Master.
How could she do this to my kind and loving Master?

	I lost my temper told her she was a rude woman who showed no
respect to people so why should people respect her.  I then added that we
were at our camp minding our own business and how could that upset
her. Finally, I told her she was harassing us, and if she didn't like us to
leave us alone; we're minding our business; she should mine hers aw well.
She stormed off huffing and mumbling something.

	Master then angrily said, "Get your slave ass in the cabin now."

	He grabbed me by my neck and dragged me inside. Once inside, he
pushed me against my slave corner in his bedroom and gave me the hardest
slap in my face he ever gave me as long as I've been a slave. He continued
slapping me. Then he ordered me to look him in the eye, and he told me
through clenched teeth, "I told you not to talk to that old bitch, didn't
I?"

	"Yes, Master, I'm sorry, but I," and he told me, "Shut the fuck up,
and I felt a slap across my face."

	"I deliberately told you not to talk to her because I had a reason
for this. People like her go to their Wednesday or Thursday afternoon
bridge clubs and teas and talk about how homosexuals are now buying cabins
around the lake; they're taking over our rights, and other bullshit like
that. Her ignorant ass probably says things like, 'Those people,' and other
such ignorant bullshit. For stupid ass bitches like her, I didn't want to
give her the satisfaction of saying that both of us had told her off. I
didn't want to give her extra bullshit to talk about. Do you understand?"

	"Yes, Master, but it hurt me to see her talk to you that way."

	"I understand, that Slave. Out there, your first instinct was to
act as my husband and not as my slave. I appreciate this, but you also
disobeyed me, and for that you will be punished."

	He brought me in the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and wet the
bar of soap. He then washed my mouth out with soap. He was furious at
me. He took the soap out of my mouth, rinsed it off, and put it back in my
mouth. Forcing it deeper down my throat, he said, "Maybe this will remind
you next time to keep your mouth shut when your Master tells you to."

	I was then told to rinse my mouth out and to crawl to the extra
bedroom. Although Master did not tell me to submit, I didn't want to take
any chances to make him angrier, so I assumed my submit position.

	He ordered me on the bondage table. I crawled to it and laid down
on it. He put a mouth gag on me. Just like his table at his home, he then
reached under and pulled up straps and fastened them from my chest down to
my ankles. He then slapped my balls with all his strength. I let out a
scream through the mouth gag.

	He then put clamps on my pecs and pulled and twisted them for
several minutes. Each pull and twist of the clamps was harder than the
previous one. He then attached the ball spreader to my balls and started
hitting them with the paddle. The more he paddled and pulled my body, it
seemed like the angrier he was getting.

	He then pulled out the clothespin bag and covered just about every
free inch of my body. For several minutes he pulled on each and every
clothespin. In between, he would pinch me and hold it there until I would
scream a muffled scream.

	Then he removed the ball stretcher and hit my balls for several
minutes with his hands. I was almost in tears because he was hitting my
balls so hard.. He then said, "Slave, I'm going to stroke your dick until I
get you on the verge of cumming. But you better not cum, or you will not
cum for at least three months. Master got some lube and started pumping my
dick. He pull it up so high and so hard at times, I was screaming for
mercy, but knew I would no get no mercy today. It was so hard to hold
back. I was on the verge of shooting my load; even though, I knew it would
be three months before I could do it again, when he stopped. Through all of
this, that was the only mercy Master granted me. I didn't cum; I don't know
how I held back, but I didn't cum today.

	Master then told me had called Josh, a married bottom of his who
lives about thirty minutes from the cabin. Master says Josh is gay but does
not want to divorce his wife since he has small children.  On three
different occasions when Josh had business in the city, he stayed with
Master at his house and not in the hotel room his company paid for. Josh
would be arriving in a few minutes. Master was still in his swimsuit and
flip-flops. He said, "It's no use changing clothes, I won't be in this much
longer. I'll just go take a quick shower.  Slave, your Master will have an
afternoon of delight."

Master soon untied me and told me to write my slave mission statement 600
times. It was now 1:10 in the afternoon, and except for about a half hour,
I had been writing punish work or getting punished all day. He then put my
leg restraints on and then slid them through some chain links and locked
them in place on the leg of the bed frame. Then he put my mouth gag back in
place telling me he didn't want to hear me this afternoon.

"Master will be busy fucking this afternoon. Eric's mouth is going to be
filled with my dick for the next three or four hours when it's not up his
ass. It's a good thing you bought Master a new box of condoms. How many
will I use?"

 	With an achy body from intense CBT, extreme pulling of nipple
clamps and clothes pins, and a still sore butt from a spanking a few hours
before, I sat in the corner and was getting ready to write my punish work
once Master left.

 "This shitty day looks like it is might be getting a little better. Oh
slave, you'll hear him moaning the harder and deeper I go up his ass." He
then rubbed his crotch in my face. In a few minutes Eric's face will be
there. Come on Eric; you've got me so fucking horny."

	About five minutes later, we heard a car drive up. As Master left
the room, he turned around and said, " Master's going have fun now," and he
walked out the door.

	Master and Eric stayed in his bedroom for over three hours. I could
hear Eric moaning the entire time. It sounded as though Master was showing
Eric's ass no mercy today. Soon I heard the shower in Master's bedroom. He
walked into the guest bedroom, told me, "Your Master's dick needs a rest."
He then walked in the bathroom and showered. He left the bedroom without
saying anything else to me.
	Master and Eric then went out to eat, and I stayed chained to the
bed to finish my punish work. I finally finished my punish work and had
fallen asleep for a few minutes when I heard a car engine outside. I heard
Master's voice saying, "I'll see you soon." In a few seconds I heard the
cabin door open.

	I was now on my knees submitting to my Master. He was walking
around the cabin for a few minutes, and then I heard the bedroom door open.

	"Slave, you must be hungry. I brought you some dinner. I know how
much you dislike tuna fish, but that's what's for your dinner."

	He then showed me a bowl filled with tuna fish. I could see he had
cum in it. He then said, "Oh, I forgot my secret ingredient," and then he
peed in the bowl. He then gave me a fork and said, "Enjoy," and left the
room.

	He unchained me about a half hour later. I cleaned the dirty dishes
and took the dogs out to run around for a few minutes. I then went inside
and saw Master was on the sofa reading.  Immediately, I kneeled in my
Master's presence.

	He then said, "Massage my feet." I removed the Nike slides from his
feet and for the next half hour my hands were given the honor to be
massaging those beautiful, alluring, sensuous feet. We then went to bed,
and we both fell asleep within minutes of settling down for the night.

For the next few days, I was able to get my work done for two articles that
were due in a few weeks. Then Master and I were able to get some fishing
and boat riding in. It was so good to see my Master relaxed and sleeping
better. Even after the sunscreen incident and the nosy neighbor had been
resolved, Master was still extremely upset with me. We left for his home
Sunday afternoon.

	When we got home, Master went into his office to watch television
and do a little paperwork, he had put off doing at the camp because he was
enjoying himself and wanted to get away from work for a few days. I
unloaded the van and unpacked the suitcases. I undressed and walked into
the office. Master was sitting on the sofa, so I kneeled and submitted to
him.

	A few minutes later, he said, "Slave, now that we are home, your
punishment will continue. Unable to locate and having to repurchase a
perfectly good bottle of sunscreen, and deliberately violating an order I
gave you to ignore a neighbor will not be tolerated. You are a slave, a
lowly, inferior slave. You are to do as you are told. You take orders; I
give them. Understand?"

	"Yes Master, please forgive me."

	"For the next ten days, when you are not working, you will be in
corner time. In the evenings after you clean the kitchen, you will be in
corner time again until bedtime when you will sleep in the basement in the
dog kennel. Infractions occurred during this time, may lead to increased
punishment time."

	"Oh no, please Master, please have mercy, not the kennel."
	He then started slapping both sides of my face. "For interrupting
your Master, and for speaking without permission, you now have twelve
days. The punishment begins now. Get in the corner; I want your hands
behind your back."

	At night, he would walk with me to the basement and lock me in the
kennel. In the morning, he would unlock the kennel, and I would begin my
morning routine. During those twelve days, I made it to work just in time
to teach my 8:00 A.M. classes.

	After I cleaned the kitchen, I would go into the playroom and stand
in the corner. Master did not speak to me very often. Usually he would come
into the playroom, turn me around, touch my shoulders and push me down on
my knees. He would either unzip his slacks or lower his warms ups and have
me swallow his piss. Then after he made sure I was in my required pose, he
would leave.

	Several times during corner time, he came in the playroom, turned
me around and squeezed my pecs until I wanted to fall to the ground. Or, he
would have CBT time and then leave. Other times he pulled me away from the
wall and guided me to the bed. He would bend me over the bed and then fuck
me. After he would cum in my ass, he would pull me up and walk me back to
the corner. I would hear him in the bathroom cleaning his dick and crotch,
and then he would leave until it was bedtime.

	When he was ready for bed, he would call me from the doorway,
"Slave." I would then follow him to the basement. He would allow me to use
the bathroom down there before locking me in the kennel. The kennel is a
large one, so I can move around in it some, but I missed being on the floor
at the foot of Master's bed.

	 Friday finally arrived, and I was no longer punished unless Master
decided to extend my punishment. The whole time I was at work, I kept
thinking about how nice it would be when I got back to Master's home. I
would be able to balance my time to do my writing and my regular daily
household chores. To celebrate my freedom from the dog kennel and to show
Master I was serious about being more obedient and submissive to him, I was
going to cook him a special meal. I was about to leave the university when
I received a call on his second cell phone, which he allows me to use for
professional purposes.

	"Slave, go buy two of the milkshakes that you like so much and
bring them to my office. Seal them, but do not put a straw or spoon in them
until you get here. You may use the credit card, and I expect you here
within thirty minutes."

	Before I could say anything, he ended the conversation. That was
the most my Master had spoken to me at one time since my punishment. I was
so desperately hoping that when I got to his office, Master would tell me
he had not extended my punishment.

I drove to the caf?, bought the milkshakes, and was at his office in
twenty-six minutes. I was so nervous because I wanted to please him so
badly. When I walked in his office, I could see that Master, Francine, his
secretary, and Shelley, his paralegal, were all sitting at a conference
table. They were putting final touches on some paperwork for the big trial,
which was starting in Austin on Monday.

	Master saw me and said, "Rick, come on in."

	I walked in his office and told Francine and Shelley hello. We
chatted for a minute or two about nothing in particular. During a lull in
the conversation, Master then spoke.

	"Francine and Shelley, this is the milkshake that Rick thinks is
the best he's ever had. He bought one for each of you to try."

	Shocked at Master's words, I handed the ladies the milkshakes and
said, "I hope you enjoy them." They both thanked me and said how nice it
was for me to think of them. Master was taking them out to lunch to show
his appreciation for their hard work on his big case. They both said they
would put them in the employee lounge refrigerator and drink them after
lunch. They then left for the restaurant, and he said he would meet them
there in a few minutes.

After the ladies left, Master told me in a stern voice, "Don't leave." He
then went to his desk and sat in his office chair. He told me to walk to
the side of his desk near him so he could talk to me. I kept my head
lowered, which is required when I am in his presence unless told
otherwise. Soon Master turned his chair and was now in front of me. I was
so nervous I was shaking and hoping that I would not make Master angry with
me again and extend my punishment in the dog kennel.

	"Slave, answer me honestly. Were you thinking that I bought those
two milkshakes for you and me?"

 	"Yes, Master; I did."

	"Good, you're being honest with your Master. You may think this was
a mean thing to do since that milkshake is the only sweet dessert you
really enjoy. You've always preferred potato chips and salty things to
sweets.  However, it was a lesson to remind you any reward you receive is a
privilege that I choose to give to you."

	"I understand, Master; thank you."

 	"Slave, since returning home from the camping trip I have not had
much conversation with you as part of your punishment. Let's first discuss
your allowance; since, you had to repurchase sunscreen for me. Earlier this
week, you spent $1.98 on breath mints.  As of today, you should have $1.87
left of your allowance. Is that right?"

	"Yes, Master."

	"Give me the receipt for the breath mints and $1.87 now. Since it's
Friday, you will not need any money, and you will get your $20.00 allowance
on Sunday night."

	I reached in my right side pocket and pulled out the eighty-seven
cents first. I then reached in my left side pocket where I keep my wallet
and pulled out a one-dollar bill and the receipt. I handed them to
Master. He counted the coins and then looked at the receipt. Master told me
to put the receipt and the money on his desk.

	"Slave, had we not had to rebuy sunscreen, you could have bought
four of your milkshakes with your $20.00 allowance. Your irresponsibility
left you with very little money to treat yourself to anything, not even
your favorite treat, which costs $4.10. And, I'll give you credit. You
survived for two weeks on $3.85 out of a $20.00 allowance. I was wondering
if you would ask me to lend you a quarter to buy one of your milkshakes. Of
course, I would have refused. You must have figured that out. "

	"Yes, Master."

He then added, " I know this punishment was severe, and it upset Master
that he had to do this to his slave, who he thought was always responsible
and obedient. Being negligent in your duties and going against an order
given to you at my camp showed a complete disrespect to your Master. I did
not and will not accept such incompetence from my slave. Your actions left
me no choice."

	"I understand, Master."

	"I trained you, my husband, to be my responsible and obedient
slave." He was now standing directly in front of me. Looking at me directly
in the eyes, with clenched teeth, and emphasizing each word he said, "I
want that obedient and reliable slave back."

	"Please forgive me, Master. Please forgive me for being so careless
in my duties to you."

He paused for a moment, and then said, "Unless of course, you like being in
corner time all-night and sleeping in the dog kennel, then continue
screwing up. Does my slave want this to be his new status?"

	 "Master, please let me have my old status back. Please let me
prove myself to you again. I want to be your responsible and obedient
slave."

	"I was hoping you would make the right choice. That's what I expect
you to do; be responsible and obedient, with the emphasis on obedient."

	"Thank you, Master; thank you so much. I'll be even more submissive
and obedient."

	"You're welcome. It will be nice tonight as we watch old movies to
have you on the floor so I can rest my feet and legs on your shoulders and
across your chest. Tonight, you'll probably find the plush carpet in
Master's bedroom more comfortable when you're once again sleeping at the
foot of my bed. And in the morning, you'll be next to Master to kiss my
feet good morning and to drink my morning piss."

	"I can't wait to have your feet and legs wrapped around me. I also
can't wait to pull back the comforter and sheets to your bed for you so you
can rest comfortably before I make my own slave bed, and I miss drinking
your morning piss.  I've learned my lesson; please letter me prove this to
you, Master."

	"That's what I wanted to hear from my slave. You realized your
errors and will work even harder to take care of my needs. And I really do
believe you will work harder to please me after sleeping in the kennel for
twelve nights."

	Master then got up from his chair and walked in front of me. My
head was still lowered in his presence. I was so nervous because I didn't
want to do or say anything to upset him. He then walked around me and stood
directly behind me for a minute or so. I could feel his breathing down my
neck. He recognized my nervousness.

	"Why is my slave nervous?"

	"I want to do everything to please you and not have to sleep in the
basement in the dog kennel again. I know we're in your office, but I wish I
could be kneeling instead to show you my obedience and submission."

	"Slave, I am very pleased with the choices you are making right
now." Master then walked to his office door and locked it. He walked back,
stood in front of me, and said, "Kneel."

 I was now kneeling with my head lowered. He patted my head, and said,
"Keep up this good work slave, and you will soon be rewarded you with two
of your favorite things: worshiping my feet and sucking my toes." He walked
to his desk and made two phone calls.

	He called Francine on his cell phone and told her that we will be
leaving the office in a few minutes. I was trying to figure out who else
would be joining them for lunch. He then called someone else on his office
phone, and I figured it was someone from the golf tournament.

	"Bob, this is Brian Carter. I'm fine. How are you? No, I'm bringing
my own caddy." He stopped talking for a few seconds, and then said, "Rick
Michaels," and a few seconds later he said, "No, a medium size shirt should
fit him." He spoke to Bob for another minute or two. He got out of his
office chair, walked up to me, and was now standing directly in front of
me.

	"Stand."

	I got up and kept my head lowered. His right hand then pulled my
chin up so we would have eye contact. He smiled at me, and I smiled at him
too. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Welcome back Slave. Master wants you to do well. Tomorrow, you can further
prove this to me and take great price when you caddie for me at the charity
golf tournament. If I could get out of this damn tournament I would since
I'm flying out on Sunday afternoon. But I can't do it since our office is
one of the sponsors."

"I will do a good job tomorrow, Master; I will make you proud of me."

He then kissed me on the forehead. "It looks like my responsible and
obedient slave is back. He then walked behind me and stood there. Once
again I lowered my head in his presence. "That's good, slave; very
submissive. I'm proud of you. Continue doing this, and this will make your
Master very happy."

"I want to make you happy, Master."

 He then walked towards the door, and I remained standing with my head
lowered. I knew he was leaving for lunch. As he was walking through the
door, he turned around and said, "What are you doing still standing there?"

"I don't know what you want me to do, Master?"

  "Come on; let's get going. You helped me the most by giving me your
emotional support and love during this case preparation. I hope you're
hungry; Francine and Shelley are waiting for us."

I walked up to meet Master. He hugged me, looked me in the eyes, and said,
"Be sure to save room for a milkshake after lunch; Master's buying."