Date: Sat, 07 Jan 2006 13:34:42 -0500
From: Bruno Ciardi <brunoman51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sir Called      Part 18

Slave todd, slave george, and I knelt on the floor, waiting for MASTER's
further orders. it struck me that MASTER felt completely at home in his new
role as the sole dominant man in control of the three lives in subservient
attention in front of him. His easy smile conveyed his satisfaction. He sat
into the leather armchair, motioning for me to kneel on all fours in front
of him as his footstool. I quickly put myself under his booted feet. Then
he motioned for slave george to approach and lick his boots. Slave george
began to massage MASTER's boots with his tongue with great devotion.
Occasionally his tongue wet the small of my back where MASTER's left foot
rested. The heat from his tongue seared me with its passionate heat, making
my cock hard. Seeing my arousal, MASTER put his fingers under my nose,
instructing me to breathe in his smell deeply, concentrating on the moment
and on his dominant will. I was hypnotized once again by his power.

After several hours of his scenario, with slave todd serving MASTER and
then kneeling at the side of the chair so that MASTER could caress his head
and hair, MASTER had us kneel in attentive mode again for instructions.

"As you slaves know, part of the training of this household is one month in
the slave training center. So slave george will be leaving tomorrow
morning. Normally a master takes a slave to the center but since slave
george has gone there before as a master I have requested that the center
pick him up. After all, it is even more humiliating for a slave to be
delivered by two slaves. He will stay for one month, just as the two of you
did. He will learn to respond to my presence with complete subservience,
loving every opportunity to prove his devotion as my slave just as slave
tim once did for him and is now doing for me.  You slaves will learn to
become a family. You will love one another and will compete in only one
way: To be more subservient to me, your MASTER. When slave george was a
master he did not engage in much punishment. As you know, I am
different. All infractions will be punished and each of you will learn to
be grateful for all punishment for one reason -- it pleases me."

"Tonight I have a special treat for slave george and slave tim. They will
go on their first `date' as slaves. A friend of mine, Master Anthony from
Bangkok is a Master with a great love of using his feet and boots to
dominate and humiliate. I have agreed to let him take you two slaves out
for a night of public use. He should be arriving soon. I want you two to
shave each other from the neck down. He wants you to be hairless."

Slave george and I went to our slave bathroom. Without speaking -- we didn't
really know how to talk to each other slave-to-slave yet -- we got the
shaving equipment. We showered in hot water, soaping each others bodies
with our eyes down. His hands no longer felt the same on my body. Before I
became instantly obedient, feeling possessed by their masterful
control. Now he was tentative, efficient but clearly not stating his
ownership of my body when he touched me. I had similar reactions as he
shaved me, even when he held my cock to remove the hair from my balls and
when he spread my cheeks to make my ass baby-naked. I then returned the
favor for him. When I held his cock it was not the instrument that
controlled me anymore. It was the servile soft cock of another slave boy.
I was amazed by how quickly he took on the slave demeaner, looking to
please instead of commanding.

About an hour later the doorbell rang. Slave george and I went to open the
door and kneeled to greet Master Anthony. He was a thin, not very tall
Asian man dressed in black, with a beautiful pair of highly polished black
ankle-high shoes. Slave george and I immediately began to worship his shows
at the snap of his finger as he shared pleasantries with MASTER. He
completed ignored our ministrations and began walking to the living room
with MASTER. We followed on all fours. When they sat, we began to lick his
shoes again. He acted as though we weren't even there, just took for
granted that our tongues were bathing his shoes with devotion. Then, he
snapped his fingers again, commanding slave george to lie on his back at
his feet. With the bottom of his foot, he stepped on slave george's face,
lightly enough for slave george to start licking the bottom of his foot. H
used his other foot to play with my cock, which immediately grew hard. Then
he had me lie down next to george so he could step on my cock and balls
with more force. His sole and heel sometimes pushed hard enough to cause
real pain but I was also very excited. Slave Todd served him and MASTER
something to eat and drink while he continued to torture slave george's
face and my genitals, while barely paying attention to us.

When they finished their snack, Master Anthony stood up, one foot on each
of his temporary slaves. He was light so the pressure was not too great on
my stomach. He took his time, giving about as much thought to us as he
would to a carpet. He and MASTER discussed how we would go to the
club. Since Master Anthony was not familiar with the area, they decided
that slave todd would chauffeur us. MASTER had slave todd put on his boots,
shorts. We proceeded to the garage. MASTER put on our collars, gave Master
Anthony the leashes. For clothes we were booted but otherwise naked. We got
into the trunk of the car. Then slave todd drove us to the leather club.

Arriving at the side door, slave todd opened the trunk and let us
out. Master Anthony attached our leashes and led us into the club. It was
slave george's first trip out as a slave. Men in the club recognized
him. No one greeted him and he kept his eyes respectfully to the floor,
concentrating only on his orders to serve Master Anthony. Master Anthony
sent me to the bar to order him a drink and to ask the bartender for two
dog dishes filled with beer. First I took Master Anthony his beer, then
carried over the two dog dishes and placed them at his feet. Slave george
and I knelt before him. Although he knew nobody in the bar, Master Anthony
seemed perfectly comfortable. Several men greeted him respectfully. When he
snapped his fingers slave george and I were allowed to sip from our dog
dishes. Occasionally he dipped the tip of his shoes into our dishes so the
flavor of beer was mixed with that of the sidewalk. When he finished his
beer, I got him another. On my return from the bar, naked and hard, I saw a
man from work whom I had never seen in a gay venue before. Our eyes met
briefly but we did not speak. He was an executive in another department. He
did not flinch or act surprised at seeing me but did not acknowledge my
presence either. He seemed very comfortable in a world of masters and
slaves.

I brought Master Anthony his beer. He continued to drink while carrying on
conversations with men who approached him. In this way several hours
passed. At one point Master Anthony had his foot on both of our heads. We
held them just above our dog dishes, supporting his weight so that we would
not end up drowning in our beer. It felt as though he would not have cared
even if he did notice. When he was through with this game, he had us
stand. He told slave george to put his chair on the table he was seated
before. slave george did as he was told. Master Anthony sat on the chair
and order slave george and I to stand in front of him so that our erect
cocks lay on the table at the edge. He then started to manipulate our cocks
with his feet, alternately crushing them with force and rolling them so
that the friction was masturbating us. A circle of men gathered to watch
the sex show.

As though he had never been anything but a slave, slave george stood with
his eyes down and arms crossed behind his back throughout the scene. Master
Anthony occasionally slapped each of us lightly on the face. Each time
slapped we promptly said,

"Thank you, Master"

Master Anthony directed a leather man to take off his boots. Then he asked
the leatherman and his friend if they would like to piss into their boots
so that slave george and I could drink their piss and clean the inside of
the boots with our tongues while he was playing with our cocks. The
leathermen laughed and started pissing in front of the group of men
gathered to enjoy our humiliation. When they finished pissing they gave
each of us a boot to drink from. The piss had strong foot smells mixed with
it. I drank my piss quickly. Then worked my tongue all around the inside of
the leatherman's boots. From the corner of my eye I noticed slave george
doing the same. Master Anthony lifted slave george's face by putting his
hand beneath the slave's chin. When slave george's face was looking him in
the eye, Master Anthony spit into the boot. Slave george promptly thanked
him and licked up the spittle inside the boot. When the boots were
completely clean, Master Anthony took them from us and returned them to the
leatherman, who thanked him with a note of submission in his voice.

Our foot masturbation continued for quite a while. Master Anthony brought
us to the point of cumming but then relented to prolong our agony. Several
times my body started shaking because the force of pain and stimulation was
so great. At those moments a harder slap in the face from Master Anthony
calmed me down. Finally, I could control myself no longer and came across
the table. Seeing me cum caused a sympathetic reaction in slave george who
came with tremendous force and a number of very loud grunts that were
almost screams. His body was in paroxysms of pleasure for several minutes.
I wanted to hug him and comfort him at that moment when he seemed so
vulnerable but had not command to do so. When we both finished cumming
Master Anthony instructed us to clean each others cock and then lick up the
cum from the table. We began licking up the cum while the men watched us.
My tongue and mouth were aching from all the licking I had done this
evening. Master Anthony managed to step into the cum so we had to lick the
bottoms of his shoes While he sat and watched. When we completely finished
our chores, he then ordered us onto hands and knees. He walked us around
the bar several times, allowed us a second beer in the dog dishes, then he
led us to the door and our awaiting car and driver. We climbed into the
trunk for our ride home. The one thing that I noticed was that my work
colleague watched our departure.