by Matt
For the next few weeks, when I wasn't worshipping Master Dave's boots, socks and feet, I was working. I loved how my Master was getting more sadistic. He was purposely scheduling me to work 7 days a week in the Foundry alongside him. Sundays were my favorite days because it was only the two of us along with a few other employees at work. He would let the other employees go home and then would tease me openly after it was just the two of us. He would say, "Aren't you happy you're working a twelve hour shift today when everyone else just had to work four hours? All this overtime is going to you slave boy so you can turn around and buy the filthy, stinky socks off of my feet. But you have to afford it. The more I sweat and stink, the higher the price of these socks. And I'm like a King, I can force you to buy something and raise the tax on it as high as I want and you still have to buy them because I say so. I could charge $50 for the pair of socks I'm wearing or $300. It's my decision. And my slave boy just has to pay up, worship me and thank me for the privilege. Hahaha." I agreed. I always agreed.
I had quite the collection of my Master's filthy, stinky socks at home. My investment went from hundreds of dollars at first, to thousands, but I didn't care. I was so happy with my newfound purpose as a slave to this blue collar King. His feet would sweat and stink and hurt so much. I felt like it was my purpose on this Earth to worship them. My Master would tease me about how much it would cost me to buy his smelly old boots whenever they were worn out and ready to be replaced.
One day my Master wasn't very talkative or happy while he was at work. I could tell that something was wrong. At the last break he told me that he needed to talk to me after the shift. I was nervous.
After the shift, Master Dave and I were usually the last employees to make it to the locker room. By the time the locker room cleared out, the look on his face was making me really nervous. I said to him, "what did you need to talk about, sir?" He replied, "my wife knows something is up, she doesn't know what, but she doesn't trust me and she wants a divorce. She kicked me out. What am I supposed to do? This is your fault. This was your idea." We were both quiet for a while. I looked at him and said, "I will do whatever you need me to do Master Dave." A few more minutes went by as he said "let me think a few minutes on it." I could tell he was getting less worried when he motioned me to start licking his boots clean. He said "I have an idea. You have desperately been wanting to move away from home and I will now need a place to live. Maybe my slave boy should move to a place with me so I can keep the life and money I'm accustomed to." I nodded while licking the grime lovingly as he continued, "my slave boy can live with me, not worry about anything, and worship me day and night in exchange for complete slavery. And I'll work you like a dog and keep your paycheck. You will get the necessities and the rest of your money will lie at the feet of your Master, sound fair?" I nodded yes as I finished up polishing the dirty boots with my tongue. Master Dave responded by saying "good boy, now peel off my boots and reward yourself with the smell of twelve hours on these sweaty achy feet."
In all of my excitement I practically sniffed his sweaty socked feet dry before licking them wet again. I was so happy that I was going to be Master Dave's real live-in property. I peeled his socks off slowly after chewing and sucking all the crusty dried sweat out of them. I worshipped his feet so intensely that he began to play with himself without my noticing. By the time I noticed him playing with himself, he was fully masturbating. He had never been sexual like this before. It was only always a foot thing and about him being worshipped. To change the subject to anything but him stroking his cock, I said "find an apartment Master and we can move in right away." He responded by saying "good boy," and continued by saying, "your mouth does such a good job on my feet slave boy. I always wondered how it would feel somewhere else." I could not believe what was about to happen.
To be continued
