Date: Sun, 28 Feb 2016 20:30:12 +0100
From: Brian Bainbridge <brwainwright@gmx.com>
Subject: FROM FOOT FUN TO MASTER..CHAPTER 18...CANCELLED DATE

FROM FOOT FUN TO MASTER: PART XVIII

"Cancelled Date"


	It was a chilly Saturday morning for the first week of November. I
was trimming Master's toenails while he was checking and deleting messages
on my cell phone and email accounts. Master's toenails are trimmed every
two weeks on a Saturday. On the day before his toenails are trimmed, I
always get my required two- week haircut.

While trimming his toenails, he'll rest his foot on my crotch, so I can
trim them easier. I put the cuttings on a napkin on my left hand side and
dispose of them when I'm finished. After trimming the fifth toe on each
foot, I lift it up for him to inspect my work. After getting his approval,
I then proceed with his next foot. I then file his toenails from both of
his beautiful and sexy feet nice and smooth with an emery board.

I was excited when he rewarded me with the honor to lick the emery board
residue off of his toenails and was then allowed me to suck his toes. Then,
I washed and massaged his feet. Rubbing moisturizing lotion on the tops and
bottom of his feet is pure joy because I am then able to touch his entire
foot. I finished this pleasurable task by putting on his ankle socks and
running shoes on those extremely sexy feet.

Master complimented me on keeping up with the incoming and outgoing emails
on my business account. During the workday, I am allowed to use this
account as needed to send and receive emails. He opened up two new folders
he would now require to use to store regular correspondence from editors
until I received payment from them.

Three years ago, Master opened up a personal email account for me to keep
in touch with my family and friends from Florida; however, unlike my
business email account, I must get permission before I can use it.  He must
approve all incoming emails before I read them and any outgoing emails
before I send them. He opened up a letter from my godmother, who is my
birth dad's oldest sister. After he read it, he gave me permission to read
it. He then approved my response to my Aunt Jenny and allowed me to send it
to her.

	It had been busy workweek between teaching, writing, completing my
household duties, and proofreading an article Master is writing for a legal
magazine along with a speech he will present at a conference next
week. Normally I am not behind on my household duties, but I am this
week. He gave me a harsh lecture on how I should organize my time better in
situations like these. He didn't punish me as long as I finished my chores
by mid afternoon today. I thanked him for his leniency in this situation
because I thought for sure I would be punished.

	An hour later, Master was reading the morning paper on the sofa in
the living room. I had just finished cleaning his bathroom and was bringing
the cleaning materials back into the kitchen. It was already mid morning,
and I still had to vacuum the bedrooms, dust the furniture in his office
and the living room, iron his dress shirts for the week ahead, shine his
shoes, and do the grocery shopping. While walking to the kitchen, I heard
him call me.  "Slave, come here."

	"Yes, Master."

	"Slave, bring me another cup of coffee, and bring me the book I'm
reading. It's on the nightstand in my bedroom."

	I walked so fast to his bedroom; it was almost like a slow
run. Master was still upset with me, and I didn't want to anything from
this point on for him to change his mind and punish me. I put the coffee
mug on the coaster on the end table and handed him his book.

	"Lose the sad look on your face. You can't come and watch me play
volleyball today because you're behind on your chores. Tomorrow you and I
will be driving to the ranch to take Dad out to lunch for his birthday, of
course weather permitting."

"I understand, Master." He didn't acknowledge me at all.

	"Slave, here is the menu for next week's meals. You may write a
check at the grocery store. I have plans tonight, so I laid out two shirts
for you to iron since I'm not sure which one I will wear until then. Add
these shirts to your ironing as you iron my dress shirts for next week. I
also laid out an extra pairs of shoes for you to shine. Remember, I expect
all of your chores completed by 3:00 this afternoon when I return home. I
will not accept another excuse for being late in completing your household
duties."

	"Yes, Master."

	"Also Slave, go and vacuum the inside of my car. I'll be picking up
Tom and Chuck, who are two of my teammates. I want the inside of my car to
look spotless. Polish the dashboard as well. I'm planning on leaving in
thirty minutes."

	"Yes Master."

	"Now run along. It's already 9:05, and you have a lot to do by the
time I return home. This afternoon, you'll be able to give me a nice, long
massage before I shower and leave for my date tonight."

	Vacuuming the car and polishing the dashboard, along with his
steering wheel took about twenty minutes. Master inspected my work and said
I did a good job. We then went back inside the house for a few minutes. I
brought Master's athletic bag to his car and then met him back in the
living room.

	"Slave, I'll be leaving a few minutes earlier than planned, but
first things first."

	He grabbed the top of my head and pushed me down really hard on the
ground. I then pulled down his sweat pants and his underwear a few inches,
opened my mouth, and enjoyed every drop of his superior piss.

Pulling his underwear back up and retying his sweats, Master then petted me
on the head and said, "Good slave; savor the taste of my piss since I won't
be home for a few hours. I'm going have some fun today. You better get busy
and complete your chores or you won't be able to sit down until next
weekend."  He then left.

Not wanting to get punished, I quickly vacuumed the bedrooms and even
re-dusted the furniture in them. Dusting the furniture in the living room
and in Master's office took about another half hour. Master had pulled out
six pairs of dress shoes. I put polish on all of them, and let the polish
settle in for a while. I then ironed the two shirts Master talked about
wearing on his date tonight. I hung them in his closet. I then polished his
shoes twice hoping that this will meet Master's approval. Then I ironed
five white dress shirts. Master will be in court next week, and when he is
in court, he likes to wear white dress shirts. I looked at the clock, and
it was 12:45; Master would be home in a little over two hours. I quickly
washed up and went to the grocery store, all the while hoping that the
checkout lines would not be longer than usual. The grocery store is about
ten minutes from Master's home.

At 2:25, I pulled in the garage. I unloaded the groceries and quickly let
the dogs out to do their business. I again shaved my body quickly to
hopefully please Master and then showered. When I got out of the bathroom,
I looked at the clock, and it was 2:52; I knew Master would be home soon.

I quickly went in every room of the house and reexamined my work to make
sure I had cleaned everything in case he chose to inspect my work. Since
Master did not tell me what to do after I finished my housework, I grabbed
a book and went read in my slave corner in the living room. I was so
nervous because I hoped he was no longer mad at me.

At 3:17, I saw Master's car pull in the driveway. I ran into the kitchen
and stood at attention by the door leading to the garage and waited for
him. He then walked in the door with his athletic bag in his left hand and
car keys in his right hand.

"Here, Slave," as he handed me his car keys and athletic bag.

"Welcome home, Master; how did your team do today?"

"We won two of the three games, but more important, we all had fun."

"I'm glad you had fun, Master. I finished all of my chores, Master." He
didn't acknowledge me.

He picked up the mail, skimmed through it for a few seconds, and put it
back on the kitchen counter. Then he told me, "Crawl and follow me to my
playroom."

I was in the playroom in less than a minute. Master was waiting for me. He
was in the middle of the room and was holding his flogger in his right
hand. He didn't look happy. I kneeled in his presence.  "Slave, I'll be
home tonight. Jeff, a mutual friend of one of Master Matt's bottoms called
and cancelled our date. He's looking for a monogamous one-on-one
relationship. I don't blame him, but I am so horny. Jeff is really cute. He
has a nice bubble butt I was looking forward to fucking tonight."

"I'm sorry it didn't work out, Master."

"Get your sorry slave ass up."

Master then put his hand behind my head and pushed me in the corner. He
then walked towards me while taking off his shirt. He was still sweaty from
his game.

"I'll be having fun with my slave this afternoon and this evening."

He grabbed my neck and put my head under his left armpit. His right hand
was forcing my head deeper in his pit. "Our game ended just a few minutes
ago, and I sweated a lot today. Lick my pits clean. Put your slave tongue
to some good use."

Master had such a tight grip around my head and neck; I could only lick a
small portion of his pit. I was lapping up his salty tasting sweat and
enjoying it. He then pushed my head deeper in his armpit and said, "Lick
deeper in my pit. Slave; lick through my superior hairy pit down to my
skin." My tongue was going deeper in his armpit hair when he slapped me in
the back of my head to go even deeper.
	"Use that tongue and lick my entire armpit.  This is your Master's
sweat you're being allowed to swallow."

He then released my head and this time his right hand was in the back of my
head and neck. His left hand was now pushing my head deep into his pit
hair. This time, my tongue went so deep into Master's armpit hair, I licked
away all of his sweat.

	"Better job on this armpit; now keep licking."

	He then took off his shorts. I was surprised Master hadn't changed
back into his sweats since the temperature was in the single digits. He
took them off and threw them across the room. He then took off his
underwear and did the same thing. He then pushed me on the ground and used
his shoes to go upward and kick my balls. The position he hit was so
painful; I wanted to fall to the floor. Master then turned around.

	"Lick the sweat off my ass."

	My tongue went up and down Master's firm, athletic buns. I started
with his left cheek, licked the sweat from it and then moved to his right
cheek. Master then used his hands, opened his cheeks and said, "Here, lick
my ass."

	Master spread the cheeks of his ass for me, and my tongue was soon
inside him. He was pushing back in my face so my tongue would go
deeper. And it did. Master then said, "That's it; lick my ass."

He then told me to lie on the floor, and I did. Master then went from
standing directly above my flat body lying on the floor showing his
gigantic height and superiority to quickly descending on my face. He was
now literally sitting on my face. "Use your tongue, slave, and go deep
inside my ass." I licked inside as deep as I could get as Master was almost
smothering me from sitting on my face. A few minutes later, he said,
"That's good," and stood up.

	He then walked away and was not sitting in the chair near the
window adjacent to the bed. "Crawl here slave."

	Once there Master told me to untie his left shoe. I did as I was
told. He then took it from me and held it up to my nose. Pushing it firmly
he told me to take deep whiffs of the sweaty insides of his athletic
shoes. He then told me to take off his sock, and I did.

	He held it up to my nose to smell. He rubbed the entire sock up and
down my face, holding it up to my nose for a minute or so. He then asked
me, "You like my damp, smelly sweaty sock, slave?"

	"Yes Master; I love its smell."

	"It smells good enough for a slave; a free man would find the smell
repulsive."
	He then rolled it up and put it in my mouth and said, "Suck all of
the sweat out of your Master's sweaty sock. Swallow my superior sock
sweat."

	With his sock in my mouth, Master then took his sneaker and held
the inside up to my nose for me to inhale it. Before I knew it, he tied it
to the back of my head. "Suck and smell my sweaty shoe and sock, and enjoy
the smell made by a superior man's body sweat.

	Master then got up and walked towards the bed where he keeps his
sex toys. A few seconds later, my wrists were now secure in a pair of
handcuffs. He then attached my leash to my collar and then sat down. "Smell
good, slave?"

	I nodded my head.

	Master then said, "Slave, untie my right shoe. Oh, that's right you
can't do it now, can you? Tell you what; I'll do it."

	He then untied his shoe from my face and removed it. He then untied
his right shoe and took off his sock. Soon, I was doing the same thing
times two. Master yanked my chain twice so hard I fell to the
ground. "What's wrong; had an accident? Get up."

	Struggling to get up, Master then used his foot to help push me
up. He then pushed his shoe even harder and deeper in my face. Soon he
untied the shoe from my face and took the sock out of my mouth.

	"Like my sock sweat, Slaveboy?"

	"Yes, Master; thank you, Master."

	He then held his right foot up to my face. "Lick the sweat from the
soles of my feet."

	My tongue was going up and down the soles of his feet. I didn't
miss a drop of his foot sweat from the heels of his foot to the underneath
of his toes. He then put the heel of his foot in my mouth and started
fucking my mouth. My dick was so hard, and Master saw this.

	He placed his left foot up to my balls and started pushing down on
them. I let out a moan as he pushed down even harder. He then started
rubbing my dick with his foot. "Don't you dare cum today. If your inferior
slave cum touches this superior foot, the kennel will be home for you until
the summer," and he continued teasing my dick with his foot.

	"Eat my toe jam. Use your slave tongue and swallow any other gunk I
may have accumulated between my sweaty toes. My tongue was licking away
every inch of sweat between Master's toes. Master was now playing with his
dick, and it was really hard.

	He then moved his left foot to my mouth. "My left foot was getting
jealous. You know what to do?"

	My tongue was now going up and down Master's foot again from the
heel of his foot to the underneath of his toes. "Lefty was getting jealous
that he might not get the same attention."

	Master was once again fucking my mouth with the heel of his foot
and rubbing the sole of his foot across my face. He then placed his toes up
to my mouth. "You know what to do."

	My tongue was making a meal of Master's toe sweat, toe jam, and
tiny specks of dirt he had picked up while playing volleyball. It all
tasted so good.

	While licking between Master's big toe, I suddenly felt him pull
his feet away from my mouth. A few seconds later, both of Master's big toes
were now in my mouth. He was pumping my mouth good and hard with his toes,
and they tasted so good. Master then put his whole left foot in my mouth
and was fucking my mouth hard and deep. Each toe tasted better than the one
next to it. Master kept rotating his feet and fucking my mouth.

	After a mouth fucking of toes that went on for almost a half hour,
Master pulled his toes out of my mouth. He yanked on my chain, and I
crawled closer to him. He opened my mouth and rammed his dick inside. He
then started pumping my mouth for a few minutes when I felt his warm and
salty cum filling my mouth and warming my mouth as I swallowed every drop.

	Master then pulled me up and told me to walk to the wall with
him. He released me from the handcuffs and told me to move my arms to get
the blood flowing. I did as he told me. About a minute later, I felt his
hand take my wrist and attach the handcuff back on my left arm. Its partner
was attached to a hook on the wall. A second set of handcuffs was then used
on my right wrist. Master then grabbed one of his socks and put it back in
my mouth. He then attached the clamps to my pecs and started pulling on
them for a few minutes.

	"Slave, since I can't fuck a potential new bottom tonight, I'm
going to fuck the shit out of you tonight and have my fun with you. Prepare
for a meeting later on the bondage table."

	He then inserted a butt plug in my ass and used the ping-pong
paddle to paddle my cheeks and the butt plug as well.

	"Slave, I'm going to leave for a few minutes, and when I return,
I'm going to fuck you so hard and so long, and I'll take great pleasure in
doing it."

	Before leaving Master grabbed the ping-pong paddle and used it to
whack my balls five times. He then spanked me for a few minutes, set it
back on the bed and walked out of the room. I was handcuffed to the hooks
on the wall, my pecs tightly secured with clamps, and my mouth stuffed and
still sucking on his athletic sock. I tired to look at the time, but when I
twisted my body to look at the clock on the nightstand, I was positioned so
I could not read it. I didn't know how long Master had been out of the
room.

	Master then walked back into the room. He took the clips off my
pecs and squeezed them with his fingers. He pulled on them, twisted them,
and put his fingers on the nipples of my pecs and squeezed them. He was
squeezing so hard, I closed my eyes and once again accepted the pain he was
inflicting on me as pleasure since it brought him joy to be doing this to
me. He then reattached the clamps on my pecs. I then saw him put the key in
the handcuffs and my wrists were now released from the wall hooks.

	"Move your wrists and get the blood flowing. You've been tied up
for almost an hour."

	Master took the butt plug out of my ass and told me to go and clean
it and bring it back to him. I went into my slave bathroom at the other end
of the house and cleaned it. Handing Master the clean butt plug, he
inspected it and then put it back on the bed with his other sex toys. I was
kneeling in the middle of the room, and he was now standing directly in
front of me.

	"Get up," and once again he pushed me against the wall.

	He reached down and grabbed his other athletic sock. It was still
damp but beginning to dry and had a nice tart, vinegary smell to it. He
held it up to my nose for me to smell for a few minutes telling me once
again to inhale its smell and take deep breaths to appreciate their
smell. He then rolled it up and placed it in my mouth. My hands were once
again cuffed and attached to the hooks on the wall. A blindfold was then
placed over my eyes. As usual, I was at Master's mercy and wondered what he
had planned for me?

	I then heard him once again leave the playroom. He returned some
time later; although, I obviously didn't know how long he was gone. I felt
him behind me. He reached around me and grabbed my balls and started
twisting them. His hands slapping them followed this.

	His belt was soon spanking my butt. The leather part was fine, but
when he switched and was now spanking me with his belt buckle, the stinging
was more hurtful. The belt was put away and replaced with his riding
crop. Each smack was harder than the previous one, and I knew that my butt
would be nice and red for a few days.

	Master then walked away but returned a few seconds later. He had a
new toy. He stood on the side of me, and in his low, seductive voice, he
said, "Guess which toy I'm using next?"

	With his sock still in my mouth and my face covered with a
blindfold, I had no idea. I was totally helpless. Master held it up to my
ear, and the next thing I heard was a motorized object. My heart started
racing because I then knew it was the electric tickler.

	"Slave, if I remember correctly from last time, you really liked
Setting 5, the most intense speed. We'll start there and go down to Setting
1. I wanted to cry because I am so ticklish and Master enjoys using his
electric tickler on me quite often.

	He started tickling my pecs, and I was laughing through my socked
mouth and blindfolded eyes. The more intense Master got, the more I
squirmed hoping I could avoid his tickle torture. He moved from both of my
pits, down to my stomach and finally landing on my crotch and dick. When he
got to my balls and dick, he just held it there for what seemed like hours.
	Master was enjoying my squirming because the more I'd laugh and
squirm, the more he would laugh. "It's so nice to see my slave enjoying
this. I can hear your laughter, and it makes me glad you're so happy. I
think I'll buy an extra one so I can use two electric ticklers on your body
at the same time. You really seem to enjoy this."

	After what seemed like an eternity, Master stopped tickling me. He
removed the blindfold, and I saw his dick, hard and standing straight
up. He rotated my body to make my ass available to him for his
pleasure. "Guess what's next in my, or should I say, our fun."

	Master then rammed his dick so quickly and so hard in my ass, I
jumped up a few inches. He then started pounding my butt. At first he was
pumping me a little slow, but with each thrust, he was going deeper and
deeper inside me. His thrusts were now becoming faster and faster.

 As usual, the longer he pounded my ass, the harder his dick got inside
me. He was going so deep and so fast, at one point, my head hit the
wall. With that, Master didn't miss a beat; he told me to control my body
from hitting the wall again. He continued pumping my ass.

	While still pumping my ass, I then felt his hand grab my balls, and
he started to squeeze them. Pleasure and pain became sexual ecstasy, and I
was so happy my inferior body was able to help Master achieve his sexual
needs. The warmth of his cum felt so good as it was now flowing inside me.

	Master pulled out of me and leaned against me for a minute or two
while his breathing resumed to a normal pace. He then took his sock out of
my mouth and asked me if I enjoyed his sock sweat.

	"Yes Master, thank you for letting me drink your sock sweat."

	He then removed the clamps from my pecs. He liked the fact that the
clamps had left the pectoral region of my chest a little red. Finally, he
released my wrists from the hooks on the wall. Master got the key off the
nightstand. He unlocked them, and I flexed my wrists to get blood flowing
again.

	"Go and shower, Slave; I'll do the same. Meet me in the living room
after; we'll watch television for a little while."

	"Yes, Master."

	"And Slave, try to get some rest this afternoon; the bondage table
is lonely and would like some company tonight."