Date: Thu, 01 Aug 2002 21:38:06 +0000 From: Master Martin <martin82_roberts@yahoo.co.uk> Subject: Boot Slut Submits I arrived at Master Martins feeling sheepish already as I'd managed to get lost on the way, and had to be given directions over the phone from the Master. This was not a good start, I thought. Master Martin let me in, and sent me upstairs, following me up. 'In there' he ordered, nodding towards an open door. 'Just go in and wait' I entered the room, and stood there, as ordered, waiting. There were a couple of canes lying on the floor, and some leather handcuffs, together with ropes, an assortment of dildos on a shelf, and a few other instruments of punishment. Screwed high into the wall on one side were two steel hooks. I paced around a bit, feeling a bit stupid at being told to wait there for Master Martin ,while he went next door to finish some work off. I wasn't sure what was going to happen anyway, and it was made worse by having to stand around and wait like a kid who has to meet a bully after school. Master Martin finally came back in a few minutes later, and started to sort the room out, while i waited. He sat down, and ordered me over to him. 'Down there', nodding to the floor in front of him. I dropped down to my knees, hands by my sides. He caught hold of my nipples through my shirt, squeezing them hard, making me flinch, but still keeping my hands down and staying in my kneeling position. 'Closer' he ordered. I moved towards him, my arms resting outside his legs now, against his jeans, his boots under my crotch. Again he squeezed my nipples, harder, making me feel a shock of pain, but I knew I just had to stay there and take it. Any attempt to move away would result in me getting it harder. I had learnt that much. Martin reached down to me and slipped a leather collar around my neck, fastening it. 'My boots need cleaning' Martin said casually, then, gesturing to his right boot, 'Lick!' I obeyed immediately, getting my face right down next to Martins scuffed black boot, and applying myself hard to the task. I used as much of my tongue as I could, turning my head to the side so that Martin could see my tongue and the effort I was trying to make. I licked hard, over the toe and top of Martin's boot, getting the leather wet with my spit, making it glisten. I worked my tongue around the sides, using first long continuous tongue strokes, then short lapping ones, cleaning the boot. 'Right now the other one' Martin ordered. I quickly moved across to his left boot, and applied my self again, gratefully licking Master Martins boot clean, grovelling down in front of him while he sat and watched me work. 'Strip off' he ordered, watching me as I obeyed. 'Back here, kneeling' Martin ordered, pointing down in front of him. I obeyed. Martin produced a cord which he proceeded to wind around my scrotum,above my balls, stretching my balls and making a coil which stretched my ball sac nicely, and very firmly. He tied this tightly, then passed the cord up my back, attatching it to my collar. This way, when I moved too much from the kneeling position, the rope tightened and i could feel my balls being pulled. It was done very skilfully, so as to ensure I knew I was in Martin's control, and had to obey. He then handcuffed my hands together behind my back, and made me climb up over his knee, starting to spank my arse hard with his hand. I was totally powerless to resist, I had to stay still and take it, feeling humiliated tied in this position, and starting to feel the effects of Martins hard spanking across my arse. Again I knew that if i tried to ease my punishment by squirming, it would get worse. Martin was enjoying spanking me, making me take his punishment, to earn the right for my next task. 'You want my socks, don't you, boy?' he mocked, as his hand smacked hard across my, now real sore, buttocks. 'Yes Sir, Please Sir' I whimpered, knowing I wanted to get down and worship Master Martin's socks as soon as I was allowed. 'Well, you have to earn them then!' 'Yes Sir, Thank you Sir' I gasped, lying across Martins knee, being spanked like a kid. It hurt. I took it, gratefully, my backside stinging from the hard spanking, my face red with embarrassment. He allowed me back onto the floor. 'Undo my boot then slut' he ordered, pushing his right boot out to me as i knelt at his feet. Undo his boot? with my hands tied behind my back, the collar on, and my balls held tightly in place getting pulled when i moved. How? Obvious I thought, don't need to ask how. I got down and started using my teeth on Martins boot lace, pulling urgently at the tight knot, wanting to reach my Master's foot and worship it. I got as much of the lace loosened as I could, and had to use my teeth again to pull each loop loose from lower down the boot. It was tantalising, it was so difficult to do, to loosen Martin's boot this way, and i began to sniff the sweat from inside his boot, and his socks as the boot opened. Eventually I managed to loosen the boot enough for him to reach down and slip it off. He held it over my face making me sniff inside the, heady stench of sweat and warm leather making me gasp and sniff harder. 'Now my sock, boy, go on, you want it don't you?' he laughed. 'Yes Sir' i replied earnestly,' Please Sir' 'Right, take it in your mouth, all of it' I got my mouth round his black, sweaty sock, tasting the sweat, and sniffing in the fantastic foot aroma of Martin's feet. I managed to get all of his toes into my mouth, sucking the sock, letting my tongue lick it to wet it, then sucking hard to extract the sweat and dry it off. Martin ordered me to suck as hard as i could, and whacked the cane across my exposed arse to encourage me. 'Now undo the other boot' I obeyed instantly, gripping the thick lace between my teeth and pulling to loosen it. Eventually it came undone and I was able to loosen it enough for Martin to take it off. Again I worked my tongue over his sock, grovellingly licking the sweaty sock, and sucking it to get the full taste of Martin's foot sweat. 'Take my sock off' he ordered. I managed to use my mouth to remove it, leaving his foot exposed after pulling his sock off with my teeth. 'Just sniff it' Martin ordered, watching me. I sniffed, only too ready to get my tongue working on his foot. I sniffed more, hoping i could earn the right to lick Martins foot. 'Ok, go on, lick it' Master Martin ordered. I obeyed, gratefully, cleaning the whole of Martins foot with my tongue, finishing by massaging the sole of his foot with my tongue, my face getting wet with saliva as he ground his foot down onto it. Martin reached down and started to squeeze my balls, as i licked, making me try and move forward away from his grip. 'Keep still slut' he ordered. I tried, but the pain in my balls was enough to make me flinch again. I should have obeyed though. Martin stood up, reaching for one of the canes. 'Over here, shoulders on the floor arse up' he ordered .'When I tell you to keep still, you keep still' he said strictly, ' Or you get this' He started caning me hard, across my exposed backside. Each stroke stung, making me want to flinch, but I dared not move from my vulnerable position, i just stayed down and took as much punishment as Martin saw fit to give me. I knew that if i could do that, he would decide eventually, that I had been punished. Not yet though. The cane strokes stung hard across my buttocks, making me begin to cry out with the pain of each one. 'Get my boot over your nose, sniff it' Martin ordered. I obeyed, fast, fast enough to please him, i hoped. I was breathing in the damp leathery sweat from inside Master Martins boot, snififng hard so as he could hear me doing exactly as i was told. 'Right, 6 more strokes i think' he said, cruelly. readying the cane again. Ok I thought, i have to take it as well as i can, and try to please Martin, no flinching, really sniffing his boot gratefully while he does it. Not that easy, as each stroke made me want to squirm and beg for mercy, my gasps only made me breathe in more sharply from the sweaty boot, as he caned me again. The harder the cane hit, the faster and deeper i sniffed, and that meant the more of the boot sweat i got. My cock was rock hard, i was totally horny, completely in Martins power to do with me as he pleased. My arse stung from the cane, my balls ached from the stretching cord, and the squeezing they'd had. Whenever i moved,the cord attatched to my collar pulled against my balls, and chafed my arse crack, restrainng my movement. And still, my main task was to obey Master Martin's orders, and try my best to please him or submit to more punishment. Martin reached down and undid the handcuffs, releasing my hands. 'Up here, suck my cock slut' he ordered. I obeyed, taking his cock into my mouth, and sucking on it, pushing my head down onto Martins hard cock, taking it down my willing slave throat, submitting to my Master, showing my gratitude for the honour of being allowed to worhip his boots and feet. Martin held my head, forcing his cock hard down into my mouth and throat, making me choke on it. I tried to take it, grateful to try and please him and submit. Before he came, he released his grip, letting me rest back on my heels. He stood up, went out of the room bringing back with him a trainer that he shoved hard over my mouth and nose. 'Give it a sniff, slut, fucking sniff my trainer, go on' he ordered, laughing at my instant obedient response as i held it over my nose and sniffed hard. It stank more than Martin's boots, but i knew id have to keep sniffing obligingly for him. That wasn't too hard, i was grateful for it! I loved the humiliation of sniffing my Master's trainer, and obeying his orders. 'On your back' Martin ordered. I obeyed, lying facing him. He reached down, lifting my legs either side to straddle him as he sat above me. Martin rested his feet on my chest, then rubbed my throbbing cock with the sole of one foot, making me moan with pleasure. My foreskin was stretched tight with the tension from the cord stretching my balls, my cock was rigid, aching to come. 'Go on, keep sniffing it!' Martin ordered, as he reached down and caught hold of my cock, starting to wank it slowly. He rubbed his hand slowly along the shaft, making me squirm, and push my self up towards him, hoping he would make me come. I sniffed inside Martin's trainer, not wanting to have to take any more punishment. He wanked me, harder, i gasped, sniffing desperately for air from inside the sweaty trainer. Martin worked his hand quickly up and down my hard cock, until i could not hold it any longer, and shot thick, hot spunk across my chest. I collapsed back onto the floor at my Master's feet. Master Martin martin82_roberts@yahoo.co.uk Boot Slut