By Piglett

Saturday afternoon.

Party planners.

We finish our tea and Tim puts our mugs into his dishwasher.

“Tim may I make a couple of requests please?” He nods.

“Yes Rupe of course.” I grin.

“Would you mind if I don’t wear a ball weight tonight please?” He nods.

“Sure Boy, no problem. What else?”

“I do not want to be plugged tonight. I don’t know why exactly. I am a bit nervous and I want to be compliant and do my best for you, Per and Zeb too.”

I feel ashamed and stare down at the floor.

“That is also no problem. Please tell me how you are feeling?”

I look up and must have looked surprised.

“It is ok Rupe I am not going to punish you or anything like that.” I nod.

“I felt ashamed that I could not please you as I should. I was just thinking if anything went a bit amiss getting me sorted would interrupt their show and I also felt I would be letting you down though.”

He smiles at me.

“You are not letting me down at all boy. You are expressing yourself with the others and me in mind. That is a good thing and I appreciate it and so will they. Please allow yourself to be more comfortable telling me, or anybody else for that matter, how you are feeling. You are not a slave anymore. Now you can find a new role as a sub with many benefits.” He grins at me. I nod and grin back.

“Thank you Tim. You are a most unusual sadistic dominant man and I appreciate how you are drawing me out of my old habitual role too.”

I bounce over and hug him.

“Rupe have you thought that by expressing how you are and how you feel; you may do better when we chat and exchange stuff. Then we both have a better time and enjoy our scene more fully?”

I ponder a moment.

“No, but I will from now on. I am so looking forwards to your enjoyment from hitting me. I guess you might be too Tim?”

He takes my hand and puts it on his crotch. I felt a rock-hard boner. I drop to my knees and look up saying.

“Please.”

He pulls his jeans and pants down and I swallow his boner. I work his cock just the way he likes it and feel him twitching so I stroke his balls and give them a little squeeze and he shoots a load deep down my throat. He puts his hand on the back of my neck and holds me firmly against his belly and I feel him filling me with more of his piss. I am happy. He pushes my head away and down. I start licking his boots and as my mouth is watering I have to keep slurping too.

“Boy I so like hearing you when you have to suck up your saliva off my boots. Fucking excellent.”

I lick every part of the uppers of his boots. I squirm round moving to get my tongue in the right places.

“Soon they will be here. I want you polishing my boots while we have our tea. No talking and put your earplugs in too boy. I will tap your head three times when I want you to start. Do you understand?”

I jump up grinning and nod. I get my gel earplugs and squish them into my ears. Then I get the boot cleaning box from the cupboard. I lay out the tin of Kiwi polish, the buffing brush and cloth and move the box out of the way. I lift my t-shirt over my head and take off my jogging bottoms. I assume my lowest sub position once more and wait. I hear him moving the chairs and preparing a tea tray but the slight sounds seem a long way away. It is not long before I feel footfalls in the kitchen and distant mumbling voices.

I felt three taps on my head so I got busy lapping his boot uppers again my mouth started to water again with the taste of his boots. I put polish on his right boot with my balls mostly but also with my finger for the edges and round the laces. I used my cock, cock head for his left boot and my finger again too. I sat on my haunches in a kneeling squat. I looked at them and Zeb was watching me and smiled. I said hello in sign language and he responded in kind. I don’t know what made me say hello that way. We exchanged a few pleasantries and I found out his brother was deaf. I had to get back to his boots, I signed. I pick up his right boot first and put it on my thigh to work on. I brush buffed them both cleaning the brush on my nips regularly. I them cloth buffed them both to a reasonable shine. I then put some spittle onto the top of the polish and worked it with my tongue to a good paste. I then applied several coats to his boot caps with my tongue until no more polish mix would come off my tongue. I rested to wait for the polish to dry.

Zeb was still watching me. He signed asking me if I enjoyed boot polishing. I replied I did and was a good bootblack. I also signed that I used to be the bootblack in an Amsterdam bar one Friday evening a month. I had to buff his boots again now, I signed. I got busy with the brush with a most delicate touch on both boot caps. First lifting his right boot onto my thigh to work on. I then got busy with the cloth with an extra fast lighter action. His boot toe caps shone like dark glass. I rubbed my dick head into the polish and wanked a few strokes and came onto the bottom loop of his lace of his left boot. I then sank back to my lowest sub posture panting gently but deeply. I waited patiently. I was thinking about how to please Tim after he had worked on me with their new impact suit.

I felt his finger under my collar lifting me. I sat up and smiled at him. He pointed to his boots and put his thumb up and grinned at me. I nodded keeping my head down a few moments and then grinned back at him.

“Can you hear me if I talk normally boy?”

I shook my head.

“Please take out your earplugs boy”

I complied and put them in their little plastic pot. I put my head onto his thigh and looked up at him with my best puppy-dog-eyes.

“Yes Boss.”

He just smiled down at me for a few moments.

“Zeb has had an idea boy. He suggested after our impact play and demo you might enjoy cleaning my boots on stage for me. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

He stroked the side of my head. I laughed a bit.

“What boy?”

I rubbed my head into his stroking hand.

“I was just calming down and thinking about what I could do for you to thank you for beating me hard and nastily in the demo and now you want me to clean your boots for you on stage. That is a treat for me Boss but I want to do something for you because I feel an overarching, huge great need to. Now even more.”

I rub my head against his hand again.

“Please what can I do just for you Tim?”

He kissed the side of my head.

“Get up and be you and make us all a pot of tea boy first. Then I will think about it. But now you are going to join this discussion and be you the pro.”

I just burst out laughing as I stood up and ran to put the kettle on.

“Good one Tim. So remind me when did you pay me?”

I winked at him and we all laughed. I got their mugs and rinsed them and put them back and got the tray and got it sorted ready for the kettle to boil. I poured the water into it and put it back in front of Tim.

“Please do the run time and the events past me guys.”

They did so and I listened intently.

“Video cam positions please.”

They told me where and that there would be five one of which was a cam-man wandering the stage. I nodded.

“And the still cam person is where please.”

They looked at each other. Per answered.

“We are going to take stills from the video afterwards.”

I shook my head.

“Obviously. I want to know where your target group will be watching from live. In that group you have to have a stills photographer. Two reasons. It strokes their ego being in a live event near a camera person but not in shot and second you need a repro of what they see for your ad or promo stuff. The mass can see the whole thing but your targets are or should be corralled in some way. A VIP pass at the rail or edge of stage, for example.”

They both nod and look confused.

“The tea is ready to pour Boss.”

The timer chimes.

“You both look confused. What did I miss or what do you need explaining more, guys?”

Tim is busy pouring tea out. He puts the mugs back in front of us all. Zeb signs at me that they are confused and Per is getting upset because he knows he has missed something. I sign back asking how he calms him. He nods and gets up and walks round the table and slides underneath and puts his head into Per’s crotch. I smile at Per.

“Just ask simple questions and I will explain it so you can get it Per, please.”

He nods and is stroking Zeb’s head.

“Why do we need perspective shots from the VIP area boy?”

I nod.

“That someone who could not attend gets the perspective his clique had and then may order on the back of inclusion.”

I smile.

“I can do me as an example if you want?”

He nods and smiles.

“My owner had me busy and I could not attend. I am grumpy but watch the videos and read the pr blurb. I would like to have been there. I am a multi-millionaire in my own right and want the suit for a host of fashion and social reasons. But I also want it for another reason more important to me than those. If I wear it and he has a tantrum and works me over with a night stick and I am hospitalised for a few days; I want the fucking suit so I get a shorter recovery and a bit more protection. And for him, more importantly, I am wearing it when his cronies see me and comment how spot on trend he is. Now do you get it?”

His face melts into a grin and he nods.

“Boy I get it. One question that you don’t have to answer. Did you enjoy being beaten with a night stick and you asked Zeb if he enjoyed it and you did not know either of us.”

I grin.

“I am an ultra-masochist too as is he. He does more than love you he lends you his body and wants his best sadist ever to love him that way. A night stick is the most appalling weapon when used proficiently.”

I wink at him. He nods ever so subtly. Tim pipes up.

“Rupe you never told me you were that much of a masochist. Why did you not tell me please?”

I nod and put out my hand and he holds it.

“Because most people run screaming into the night if I do. I will tell you anything you want to know and always have. What do you want to know?”

He looks at me intently.

“Now I understand why you usually say yes please but you let me stop myself from going too far with you like with the electro the other evening boy.”

I nod.

“Also Tim you are way more respectful that Michael was so it is all fine.”

I nod and smile. He gives my hand a quick squeeze. I blow him a kiss. He lets me go and picks up his mug and lifts it. I do the same. #

“Thank you boy. I will be happy to hurt you as I want from now on and still be guided by you saying yes, more, less, or stop.”

We chink mugs and drink our teas. I nod sideways and take his hand again and say very softly.

“Let’s have a walk in the garden.”

He grins and we take our teas outside. He pulls my arm round his shoulder and looks up at me.

“I am looking forwards to this evening in a different way now Rupe. Thank you.”

I lean into him and kiss his head.

“Tim, I enjoy the sessions we have very much. Thank you Boss.”

We stand and just have a calm moment together.