(Continued from part 1)
I signed the Slave Contract Dan put at my feet but couldn’t bring myself to look up at Him. Time stopped as I continued to look down at my signature wondering what I had just done. Without a word, Dan grabbed the contract and walked to His briefcase. I heard it open, then I heard Him lock it. Shaking on my hands and knees, He returned and stood over me. I slowly lowered my head to His foot and kissed it. He laughed. “That’s right, boy. That’s right.,” is all He said, before turning away and walking toward His bed. I heard Him get undressed and then saw the lights go out. I truly didn’t know what had happened and what was to come. I curled up into a ball and fell asleep on the floor.
I was awakened when I heard Him showering the next morning. I didn’t know what to do. I walked to the bathroom and stood in the door. When I heard the shower turn off, I instinctively grabbed Him a towel, and presented it to Him as He moved the curtain. He didn’t look at me, and simply took the towel. As He dried Himself off, He said, “I need coffee,” which I took as a cue to turn and go to the lobby of the hotel and get Him one. I didn’t get one for myself. When I returned to the room, He was sitting naked on the edge of the bed. “Look, timmy boy, don’t make this awkward,” He said. “Everything is the same as it was. There’s just a new layer to it. Don’t fuck it up.”
I was so confused. “What do you…” I started. “Quiet,” He said. “You’ve accepted your place. So, embrace it.” I handed Him His coffee and knelt. “Classic,” He said. “Get my clothes.” I did as He asked, and brought Him His things, laying them on the bed. He said, “Grab the nail clippers out of my bag.” I did, and He instructed me to cut His toenails. He also told me to grab a napkin, and to put the clippings in it. As I clipped, He said “Nails cut much easier when they’re wet, don’t they?” I looked at Him and nodded. “I like having wet toes,” He said, and as I was working on His left foot, He raised His right foot to my mouth. Without diverting attention from my nail clipping, I simply opened my mouth and felt Him stick His big toe in. I began to suck as I clipped and Dan laughed. “Multi-tasking. I love it,” He said. When I’d finished with His left foot, He inspected it. “Good work,” He said as he removed His right foot from my mouth and replaced it with His left. As I sucked and licked and clipped, He told me to hurry, as we’d lost time due to my worship, which He also implied was my fault. He eventually stood and instructed me to dress Him. He didn’t allow me to shower before our meeting. “Get yourself presentable, superstar, we’ve got a big deal to close.” With that, He folded the napkin and put it in His pocket.
The meeting was awkward, as I was in a haze. So much had transpired in the last 12 hours. It was a lunch at a nearby restaurant, and at one point, the client excused himself from the table. Dan reached into His pocket, retrieved the napkin, and sprinkled the cut nails onto my food. When the client returned, I ate His toenails from my salad. I chewed gingerly, as not to draw attention to the crunchy bits in my salad. “How’s your lunch, Tim?” the client asked. I said it was fantastic. Dan laughed, “tim here is one of the good ones, but I’ll be damned if he’s always got something in his mouth.” Laughter erupted at the table, and I looked at Dan. He just winked.
The meeting went well as I calmed down and saw Dan work His magic. The client agreed to our terms and we shook hands. The client said to me, “You two seem like a hell of a team. Maybe you’d talk a little more if you didn’t always have your mouth full.” Polite chucking happened and we parted ways. On the drive back to the hotel, Dan said, “You did good, boy, but you’ve got to loosen up. I may own you know, but I need you to be what people think you are in public. A good employee. A team player. Not my fucking slave.” He paused and said, “When we get back to the hotel, I’m going to fuck you to celebrate this meeting.” I had no response.
He wasn’t joking. As soon as the door closed, He ordered me to strip, then undress Him. As I took off His first sock, He said, “My feet are a bit sweaty. Take care of that.” I lifted His foot to my mouth and began to lick it clean. As I sucked His toes, He said “With every lick, you lose a little bit of yourself, tim. You’re going to be just fine, but you know that kissing Your Master’s feet is all You really want. Pleasing Me. Keeping Me happy. Your life is Mine, and I am now your life.” I obediently sucked His toes as He smiled. He casually stroked His cock as I licked and sucked His incredible feet. I felt myself melting in His presence. He smiled as He pinched my nose between His toes, and tapped my cheek with His foot. “Oh, timmy boy, this is going to be incredible. You will be so happy keeping Me happy. We’re a great team.”
I looked up happily with His toes in my mouth and nodded. He pulled them away eventually and stood. He instructed me to get Him hard with my mouth, which I did. When He was ready, He pushed me to the ground, and flipped me over. He positioned me on my hands and knees. He said, “You’ll gonna learn this position quickly and not waste my time,” then spit into my hole. He clasped His hand tightly over my mouth and said, “I’m already in your head, but now it’s time for you to have me inside of you. My seed taking over you, Me owning your mind and body.” He violently took me, and eventually released, never removing His hand from my mouth. I felt His warmth gush into me. After He finished, He kept His hand there and whispered into my ear, “You’ll keep that in you, and feel Me totally take control. You’re my toy, and I will forever be your Master.” I melted in His grasp, as He let me collapse onto the floor. He walked around my exhausted body and stood before me. “Clean,” is all He said. I obediently looked up, took His cock into my mouth, extracting what was left, and being totally confused at the smells and taste. It was Him, but, honestly, also me as I wasn’t allowed to wash that day. He eventually pushed me off, grabbed my shirt from the floor and wiped Himself off, throwing the shirt to the ground. He left me on the floor. I didn’t dare rise.
I heard Him enter the bathroom to take a piss, and part of me wondered why He just didn’t use me as His toilet. What was even more confusing is that I would not only think that, but wonder why I would even consider it. He finished, flushed, and went to His bed, clicking off the light. The last words I heard were, “I don’t want to have to ever ask for coffee again.” I whispered to myself, “yes, Master,” wondering what the drive home would be like, and what my foreseeable future was going to be like.
