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