By Piglett

Sunday early.

The surprise of Use.

I hear his voice calling me. I pick up my bag and run upstairs two at a time. He is standing at the top of the stairs.

“Down boy, no speaking,” he said.

I comply and resume being in my low position. I hear him take my backpack and rummage in it.

“Chin up boy,” he said.

I comply. He takes off my woolly hat and puts my new hood on me. It feels good to be inside it again.

“Get out of the tracksuit boy and take everything else off except your thick socks, cock ring and ball strap. Then go over to the table and put on what is there for you. Come back here and kneel in your sub position,” he said.

I comply. I am kneeling in Grinders with yellow laces, chaps over kneepads, old slave harness, thick metal chain and round padlock. I am looking down at his boots. They are still way shiny.

“Walk downstairs and get the things you need to clean boots, put them in the box next to the bottle of piss on the draining board. Bring them with you and run back here boy. Resume the position you are in now. Go,” he said.

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