By Piglett

Tuesday 17th

Finding a smoke Sadist.

He put the Grinders on. “Would you like a hood or mask boy?” he asked.

“I don’t know Boss. But if you want me to wear one that is fine by me. I will need to open my jaw and use my tongue though,” I replied.

“Now boy get to work and make them shine.”

I got busy cleaning. First I licked all over the uppers, then the treads. Next I applied Kiwi polish with my balls onto the right boot and then my cock for the left boot. I also used my hands to massage the polish well in. I left them to dry and sat back.

“You really like being a bootblack boy don’t you?” he asked.

“Yes very much Boss. I guess it’s a very sub thing to do and its very dirty too,” I said. I grin up at him.

I got busy buffing them with his buffing brush and then used a stretched-out rag to cloth buff them as well but faster than the brush. They looked well good and he looked at them too.

“You do good boot work boy. I like the shine. Well done boy,” he said.

I grin and blush. “Thank you Boss. It has been a long time since I did this,” I said. I smile.

“I would like you to tell me how you were trained please, if you don’t mind boy?”

I nod and smile up at him. I tidied up the boot stuff and put it back into the plastic box and put it back in the cupboard. I sat back down on the floor near him.

“Boy how did you find Master G?” he asked. He smiles. “When you said you wanted to be changed what do you mean?”

I nod. “I met him one night on Hampstead Heath. I was in my favourite motorbike leathers. Greasy, oily, dirty, slimy and well used. I had been out with the bike club for our annual run and lunch to raise money for the Great Ormond Street Hospital and I did not want to go home so I stopped off and went for a walk. I smelled him first, well not him but the smell of a rank latrine. He was sitting on a fallen tree just up from the Leg-of-Mutton pond. It’s where the water from the spring becomes the beck and drains into the pond. He had a guy on a lead under his boot. I sat down on the ground, a bit up the bank, and watched. He was rolling a smoke and the guy was licking his boot sole. He was difficult to see at first. He lit his smoke and waved me over. He patted the tree and I sat down and he introduced himself, Master G for Gottfried. I introduced myself with my usual Rupe sounds like rope. He offered me some smoke but I didn’t take any because I was on my motorbike.”

I continued my story. “I asked what he was doing with his mate. He told me that he was the piss slave for a building site crew renovating an old house in Muswell Hill and that he had been there all day and wanted to get some air and walk about a bit. I was a bit surprised. After a while he pointed to his boot in front of me and asked if I liked the taste of boots. I don’t know why but I got down and started to lick them for him. I can’t explain or describe it but basically I felt it was like coming home. When they got ready to go he gave me his card.”

I continued as Boss listened. “Eventually after we had been going out together for a while and we had got to know each other, he asked me if he could train me and I said yes. He said we had to write down what we did and did not want and a few outlines. He told me he had done training stuff before. I did not know much but I had a few red lights, no shit play, no broken bones and bad permanent damage like branding, tattoos, piercing and that sort of thing. No surgical interventions. I made sure he understood about a lot of noise and lights that I cannot cope with. He understood and made sure I had earplugs and ear defenders and shades or blindfolds. I told him I don’t do drugs and only a bit of alcohol occasionally. I also had to work, he did too, so we compromised on times.”

“One of his mates, a nice rubber guy, set up some internet cams at his place and in my spare bedroom. I had suggested it might be a good playroom. They had a link on all the time with a room we both had access to. Also, the people he chose could either of us as well as both of when he showed me new things to practise. It did take me a while to get used to coming home after work and getting into the gear he wanted me in mostly all of the time. Every Saturday morning, I had to use the electric clippers all over my body except my eyebrows. That was very strange for me at first. I used to have blond fluffy down like hair and then I just had stubble. Now I think it is normal but I do it now on Tuesday mornings.”

I continued. “I use to call the people who watched us ‘rent-a-crowd’ and he got busy with his rubber mate and made it a pay-to-view place as well. He used the money for us both for gear and travel and other things we both liked. I got so used to it that I forgot most of the time that we were being watched. He was very strict about me being hooded. The pay viewing room was only open when we were together which was mostly from Thursday tea time to Sunday night. His rubber mate did the site descriptions of what would be happening because Master G managed the time and tasks for me but, sometimes he would ask me if there was something I’d like to do.”

“Some of his rules I did not understand but I am naturally very compliant. Every morning at five and every evening at four-thirty pm I had to be washed out and have a clean ass with J-Lube or X Lube up inside and be plugged or with an ass stretcher toy up with either being strapped in always. I was to be in gear all the time mostly except when I was out socially with my friends and mates. I wasn’t restricted in any way. I was allowed to brush my teeth mornings and before bed but no other washing at all except when going to work or going out. My basic dress was simple with some variants.”

I continued. “A leather collar and later a big chain and padlock, leather body harness with an ass strap, two sets of arm bands, one high up and one on my wrist and the wrists straps had D rings. A leather cut off jacket sort of like a sleeveless classic Levi denim jacket. A ball strap or weight and o rings. Leather chaps, skater style kneepads and Dr Martin 1B99 leather boots or waders with dirty orange steel toe caps and the tops always folded down a bit. There were rubber ankle straps also with D rings. Sometimes he padlocked my boots on. Mostly the D rings were used for the hooks on the bungee that stretched my balls down. I was not allowed to sit on anything I either be standing or kneeling. Sometimes he had me sitting usually when he made me take wider or bigger ass toys or stretchers. My ass was strange it did not get any bigger for ages then all of a sudden I could take big toys, his fist, some strange long things called colon snakes which I really liked. It was the feeling of being full with something alien, invaded, I still like it as a feeling. Since my two operations up there I have been really careful. It is going ok again. The plug I use now should be swapped up and I want to get a long very bendy silicone rubber toy, it looks like an alien, I will buy it soon because it is the softest long one I could find. I can keep the plug now for several days and I like that. It is sort of comforting for me again. I also find it calms me down too.”

“My nips were always to be either pumped or clamped. He wanted my nips binding with twine behind the pumps so that they would stick out. He always had them weighted heavily when I was on all fours or suspended facing down. An o ring round my cock’s glans, and then more rings, he kept my foreskin tight with clamps so it got stretched. A thing like the French snail holders would be under my foreskin and a screw kept it opening. It took ages for it to get bigger, also he used a vac pump on my cock. My foreskin is way bigger now. I was told it makes it stinkier and it does. He poured cement in it a few times that is kinky and so strange. It is not thick inside about three or four millimetres. I like it when he used my foreskin as an ashtray. He got me to stuff the ash down inside with my finger. He also used to fill it with candle wax, now that I really like, it is so hurtful.”

I continued. “He got me a rubber hood with pinhole eyes and a mouth opening. I had a leather hood for under the crash helmet when I was on my motorbike. I wore it most of the time when riding. It was made of soft glove leather. He said we could start with that. Later he took me to be measured for another leather hood though. He got me versions of head harnesses and straps too. It took me ages to get used to having my head all covered and strapped. It did freak me out at first. There were lots of other little things like leather or rubber gloves locked on. Leads of all sorts. Nose hooks to keep my head back and sort of little hooks to make my lips open, I liked the clamps that kept my mouth open. He always made sure they were very tight so my jaw was made to open wider. I had to relearn how to swallow then. He used to like putting things down my throat. He tried me on larger soft toys to make my throat wider. He told me it was good thing a pig should have the ability to swallow any big or small cock. He made me swallow piss, X Lube, beer, water for puke sex he’d then fuck my throat till I puked up a whole load of slime. I really enjoyed it a lot. He also liked me machine fucked so I gag and puke slime up. Stuff like that. He used a colon snake to slide it into my belly and then fuck my throat. It took me ages to learn how to keep it down there and be comfortable with it and breathe normally. It’s another weird one that I like. He said I must not ever do it when I am alone though,” I said.

He asks. “Do you still do that boy?”

I shook my head. “Not since Michael died,” I said. I looked down and felt sad.

He continued. “If you want to I can go with you and buy some new toys and we can do stuff like that again.”

I felt sad again and felt tears welling up. I look up at him. “When Michael died he left it in his will to burn all of our playroom’s gear and toys. But that was then and this is the future now. Sorry Boss I thought I was done crying,” I said.

He smiled and nodded. I got up and took some kitchen roll and blew my nose very carefully.

“When you feel ok, please go on boy,” he said.

I sat back down a little closer to him.

I resumed my story. “He had a big box full of straps that he used as well. I was kept in gear all the time. I was tied down in the recovery position to sleep every night over the weekends. It was a bit odd that he got me into bondage because bondage was not one of his big things, he was always saying that obedience was better for a pig; and that anybody can be tied up and made to do stuff but that a true pig wanted and needed to do things to keep busy and serve his owner or master. He wanted me to come on the second pair of his boots after cleaning them, at teatime on Thursday, and because he said I was a one-hit-wonder for orgasms, which was true I was a once a day man. He decided to tie me up or restrict me in different ways and play with me to find out what got my cock hard and be able to shoot a load of spunk out. It was one of those moments, like when I first licked his boots, that I felt it was natural and like coming home. I so like bondage. Being tied or restrained in public as a show or something is a great experience. I think of it as being a passenger in someone else’s fantasy play it is excellent. Or just going out to a bar and being all geared up and with a couple of clicks and I am totally held in a position. Excellent.”

“Excuse me boy. You mean that you like public displays, like you are an exhibitionist?” he asked.

I nod.

“But how do you… ?”

“I don’t know I just do. I understand what you ask but I don’t know. Normally I would just run. I don’t get those urges or happenings. It is rather the opposite I actually just stay and enjoy it. Even if I am unrestrained and not tied now. Why don’t you try it with me some time just to find out. You might like it Boss?” I said. “I know you are not the same as Master G but he was shy as well and having someone to show off with let him do stuff in public,” I said. I smile at him.

He grins back at me. “Yes boy that is a good idea. When I had Rodger geared up and on his lead people used to look at him not me.”

He relaxed and grinned at me. “Please continue boy.”

I laugh. “You’re just a pervert wanting to listen to porn Boss.”

We both laugh. “Yes boy I am a pervert but I am finding out that you are a way big one as well,” he said. He nodded at me.

I continued. “I took to bondage so easily he was surprised and so was I. I so enjoy it. Like really, really enjoy it. Master G was the one to introduce me to predicament bondage and a whole load of other types of bondage and restraints too. I really enjoy objectification or being an ash tray and stuff like that. I like being someone’s urinal so they don’t have to move. It is the ultimate in service. We both thought it fed into my very submissive nature. He tried all sorts of things when I was tied up. The big bit though was to be able to come on the left boot of any boots I had cleaned. One of his friends told us it was a sort of milking scene. It also, as you know, made me permanently, very horny. Fortunately he did not believe in chastity enforcement. He did take me through being a cock-locked sub but it made me so grumpy when I couldn’t come we both decided to drop it. There were a few times it was appropriate and I enjoyed it very much. He was good too in a way with the discussing stuff, he liked it when I added to his theme or plan. It gave us a huge amount of fun and a good diverse range of kinks too. So please tell me Tim, how long have you been a kinky pervert?” I grin at him.

He smiled. “Ever since I was a student. A bunch of us went to a night club up London for a bit of fun, a giggle, one night. I went back again and then found out a lot about me, men and kinky stuff. You are telling me about you boy, continue!”

“Yes Boss,” I said. I grin and continue. “He told me I was not passive too. Which I still find odd. I am way submissive, obedient and compliant, kinky, perverted and ultra submissive but I am so not passive; you may have noticed that Boss,” I said. I grinned.

He smiled. “Yes Rupe, now it is time for you to buff boots bootblackboy then when they are shined I will make us some tea and you can tell me more about your training.”

“Yes Boss, sorry am I babbling again?” I asked.

“No boy but I want my boots finished now.”

I applied more polish to the toecaps but with my tongue this time. I got a buffing brush, put his boot on my thigh and got busy buffing it. I kept buffing my chest and nips to keep the brush clean. Then I used the rag buffer and worked them to a gloss shine. I did the second one and put them back on the floor together. Now they were both done I spat onto the polish and worked it with my tongue then applied it to the Grinder’s with my balls and dick doing the toecaps last with my tongue. It took several layers before I could tell no more polish was coming off my tongue and sticking to the Grinder’s toecap. I did the left one next. “They have to dry now for five minutes Boss,” I said.

“May I suck your cock again please?” I asked.

He grinned. “Yes boy.”

I nodded and swallowed his boner sucking, swallowing and slobbering on his cock. It was great. He took my head in between his hands and stood holding me onto him. He then started to fuck my gullet. He pulled out and shot his load onto my chest. I looked up and smiled.

“Thank you Boss,” I said.

He sat down again. I grabbed the brush, put his Grinder on my thigh and started buffing it concentrating on the toecap last. I cleaned the brush on my thigh as my chest had his spunk on it and I wanted to keep it there. I got a buffing strip of cloth and buffed the toecap rapidly but very lightly. Put it on the floor and started on the other Grinder with the brush. He lifted his right boot and moving it around looking at it.

“Hey bootblackboy that is a good result. Well done you!” he said.

I smile and keep buffing with the brush. I swap to a refolded buffing cloth and keep buffing lightly and fast. I put it down and looked across the toecap. “Boss they need another coat if you want them done properly,” I said.

“Go for it bootblackboy.”

I pick up the Kiwi tin and drool a bit of spittle onto it. I work it with my tongue making a good paste. I re-coat the Grinder’s toecaps, they take less than last time. I start to brush buff the right one and enjoy the exercise and the pleasure of the doing. I rag buff it again. Then the left one. I brush it and get a good sweat on and start to breathe a bit heavily. I swap to the rag buffer folding it to a fresh surface and cloth buff the toecap. It shone so well. I put my cockhead into the Kiwi polish, get some on my hand too and start to wank my cock, a few strokes later I am unloading onto the bottom of their laces. I have finished and shuffled backwards and assume my usual low position of respective submission.

“That is amazing bootblackboy, the caps shine like glass. Excellent, and the come drool looks good too. Thank you Rupe,” he said. He is standing next to me. He kicks me so hard on my ass that I whimper. “Good boy, I am going to make tea now. Please go upstairs to the fun-room and go through the box of masks, hoods, and similar. Then the box next to it and find some things you like or find fascinating and take your time looking,” he said. He smiles at me. “Thank you again for the cleaning ritual demonstration. The shine is awesome bootblackboy pig.”

I stood up, going round behind him and kissed him on the top of his head. “Thank you Boss, you’re a tonic,” I said. I went upstairs two at a time.

The box of masks and hoods was great for variety but none that would go with boot cleaning. The next box was all harnesses and restraint stuff, belts, straps, suspension stuff. I sorted it out into a few piles. There was an outfit that was basically a one piece made of a grid of straps almost like a lose lattice with loads of buckles down the outsides’ edges, a very horny outfit I thought. Somehow I felt bad going through someone else’s stuff. I heard footsteps coming up. Tim appeared with two mugs of tea. He handed me one and indicated for me to take a seat.

“I want to hear more boy, now,” he said.

“You can be very bossy Tim, can’t you?” I grin.

“Yes boy, very,” he said.

I took a sip of tea and continued. “His first target for me was to make my ass wider to take a fist. My balls longer so they were nearer to my knees than my crotch. My foreskin to be stretched longer and my piss hole to be stretched with sounds, then catheters. My nips to be made bigger by being pumped and clamped or pegged and later pumped and bound behind the pumps with twine to get them longer, more sticking out. My throat was to be widened with a silicone rubber toy like a sausage but about twice as wide as a cock, with a handle for him to ram it down my throat, it also stuck to tiles and mirrors. I had to use it a lot. Every Saturday I had to clipper my whole body with no guard on the clippers, so basically I was stubble all over. It itched like crazy. I was only allowed socks when he told me at home but mostly I wore them when we were out. I had to drink a litre of isotonic drink every hour. I was not allowed food at all unless he fed me. I was allowed as much tea and or coffee any time I wanted some. I had to piss into bottles or a bucket only.”

“My first service task was always on Thursdays, at tea time, when he used to ride over to my house or I would ride to his place in Southwark. I was to clean his boots the way you have seen just now. When they were all buffed he would let me suck his dick and cum on his left boot just above the lowest lace holes. It took me awhile to get into the routines but I did ok. Punishment was simple I was told off. If I kept making the same mistake he would talk things through and he would alter my task list and print a new sheet. I liked ticking things off that list when he was not there too. It gave me a sense of achievement as to how much I was changing then Boss.”

I continued. “There was a whole load of protocols I had to learn. What to stand like who to growl at and a load of others too. I got loads wrong but he was tolerant of me. I kept talking to guys and getting no reply. He explained that they were being obedient after being told to be silent and stuff like that, but in the end I got most of it right.”

I continued. “I only ever got cross with him once. It was at the end of the first year, my probationary period, we had not talked about any continuation. One evening at his place I was strapped to the floor. He did something bad. Later after he unstrapped me I grabbed his throat and slammed him against the wall and told him if he ever did anything like that again I’d break both his arms. I let him go, pulled my bike leathers on, took my stuff and ran; I stuffed things into the bike’s panniers and rode up to Epping Forest. I sat and cried for ages. Gottfried is a slight person and wouldn’t hurt a fly naturally, well except some very odd guys. I was so upset that I had attacked him when he had been so kind to me. It was getting light so I rode home. He was curled up on my doorstep. I just grabbed him and cuddled him. I put him down and opened the door and went in. We talked for ages. Drank gallons of tea. He was right and I was wrong. I was right and he was wrong. So we rewrote our agreement and kept going. Another four years with all sorts of fun and then he gave me to Michael as a gift.”

“I still drop really good gaffs now and again Boss,” I said.

He grins and nods at me. “We still know each other and we see each other quite regularly too. Now he lives in Lincolnshire in an old farm cottage. You can meet him if you want to?”

“Well maybe one day. You were given to Michael. Please explain?” he asked.

“Literally I was given to him.”

“Master G gave you to Michael for what reason boy?”

“To be his property, to live with him and obey him. We were married for thirty or so years. He was my Master tormentor, lover, friend and companion. He broke me and rebuilt me as his slave. He died,” I said. I dropped my gaze and sat back. I started to cry silently.

He lifted my chin. “It is ok Rupe, relax,” he said.

I blurt out. “I miss him so much.”

I move and run downstairs. I get dressed and wander about. I try the back door but it was locked. He was behind me and opened it. I ran out and wondered round his garden.

Some time later he came out and found me sitting on a bench. He gave me a mug of tea. “Here boy drink this,” he said.

I took the mug and looked up. “Thank you Tim,” I said. I sipped the tea.

He sat next to me. “Sometimes it just bursts out of me, sorry Tim,” I said.

“It’s fine we can just sit awhile in the rain Rupe,” he said.

I look round. I had not noticed. “Yes it is.”

“I did not mean to upset you Rupe. I apologise,” he said.

I shuffled along the bench and put my arm round his waist. “Thank you Tim, it was nothing to do with you. It was coming to terms with being here and left behind. I guess you understand a little of how that feels,” I said.

He nods and puts his arm round me and rests his head on my chest.

“I’ll take the mugs in now Rupe. You can stay here if you want,” he said.

I nod and he leaves. I start to notice the garden around me. It is beautifully laid out. Somebody has taken a great deal of time and love to make such a beautiful garden. I get up and wander looking at the planting. I wander to the back door and see him standing looking at me. I wave and he comes out.

“You have a lovely garden. Which one of you is the gardener?” I asked.

“I did the paths and construction stuff,” he said.  He runs off and the lights come on and the garden twinkles in the rain. “And the electrical as you can now see.”

“It’s magical and it twinkles with your lighting,” I said.

He grinned. “I got something to cheer you up Rupe.”

He took out two cigars and offered me one. I shake my head. “You smoke please Boss,” I said.

He nods and he lights the end and then draws in the smoke putting the lighter away. He blows it out. “Now boy show me your nips,” he said. He grins.

I unzip my jacket, unbutton my shirt and slip my t-shirt over my head. I put my hands behind my back and grin at him. “Good boy, keep still and don’t scream,” he said.

“Yes Boss,” I replied.

He works round my nips gently stroking the areola and frying me. I start to breathe deeply.

“Oh Boss that feels so good thank you,” I said.

He looks up and smiles. “You like your pain boy and that’s for sure. You might feel this for a few days but it won’t blister.”  He starts on my other nip. Slowly taking his to stroke the heat into my flesh. “Open your mouth boy.”

He touches the ash on my tongue. He nods I close my mouth and swallow. He goes back to my other areola, stroking searing heat across my skin. “It’s a shame you are dressed boy. I can think of a few other places to warm you.”

I strip off as fast as I can and am naked apart from my collar, cock ring, and ball strap with my hands behind my back again. He slowly moves down the centre of my chest and tummy and every few centimetres gets very close for an instant and moves on. He works his way to my crotch. He holds my cock head and my piss hole opens. He moves round it slowly. He strokes across from my cock base to my hip and then does the other side too. He looks up. “Take a few drags on this and warm your nip ends till I get back boy.”

He stuffs the gar into my mouth. I take a good draw. Tap the ash on my tongue and pull my dick head back over on itself and warm under my piss hole. The lights go out and I start laughing. I concentrate on my nip ends. Even though my eyes adjust to the dark it is still difficult to see much consequently I touch them a few times. I take a draw and start on my other nip.

“Hey boy how are your nips,” he asked.

“I can’t see much so a bit over cooked but well nice Boss I touched them a few times quickly. Feels fucking nasty Boss thank you,” I said. I hold out the gar and he takes it.

“Now boy I am going to warm you up good. Hands on top of your head and tell me to stop when you have had enough. Do you understand boy?” he asked.

“Boss do I have your word you will only stop if I say ‘stop’?” I asked.

“What are you up to boy?”

“I want you to keep hitting me till I say stop, all of me and my foot soles too but not my head ’cos of the septum,” I said.

“Sure boy and I believe you know what you are letting yourself in for too.”

“Yes Boss I do and thank you,” I said.

“Legs as far apart as you can get them.”

I splayed my legs out. He starts on the front of my thigh and goes up and down my right one then my left. “I am going to work your dick and balls do you want to rearrange your ball strap boy.”

“Done Boss,” I said.

He works them up and down then left and right and keeps going I am panting hard and one leg goes and I fall onto it.

“Sorry Boss,” I said. I get up again.

He continues and my leg starts to judder. I drop onto my knee again. He keeps paddling me doing my shoulder very hard I keep struggling to get up.

“I want you on your back boy.”  He kicks the back of my leg and I fall over and roll over. “Hold your leg up boy.”

I lift it and hold it. He paddles my foot. “Swap feet boy.”  He paddles my other foot. “Kneel boy, arms straight out sideways.”  He paddles my chest and back then each arm but not my hands. “Hands on your head again boy and lean back slightly and push your chest out.”  He starts on my chest going round my nip and then onto my other nip. He is sweating too now. I am shaking. He looks at me and kicks me very hard in my balls. I scream and fall sideways. He heel kicks my shoulder and I am pushed over onto my chest. He hits each of my shoulders and each of my ass cheeks.  “Enough boy. This is abusive and I won’t do it to you,” he said.

I jump up and say “Stop” and hug him.

“Thank you boy. Are you alright?” he asked.

“No but I will be, and thank you. I know that was hard for you to do but I wanted you to know it was ok to hurt someone else who was not Roger and you would be fine,” I said.

He started weeping.

“I need to get you indoors with my clothes,” I said.  I gathered my clothes and trainers and gently nudged him to get walking. We were back in his kitchen and I got dressed. “Would you put the kettle on please Tim?” I said.

He got up and made tea. I wandered round and hugged him. “Now tell me all about it,” I said.

He stared up at me. I kissed him on his forehead. He turned round and started to pour the tea out. I let him go and he got milk slopped some in and put the bottle back in the fridge. He gave me a mug and picked one up himself. He grabbed my shirt and pulled me back to the table. We sat down.

“He died of something in his head, not cancer though, I did not understand it. I was with him. He went to sleep and that was it,” he said.  “I was crying because I am moving on. I am going to go see someone, a bereavement councillor, strangely hitting you helped a lot. Thank you Rupe.”

“Good for you Tim, and you’re welcome. I will be sore for a week and will enjoy it enormously,” I said. I drink my tea. It warms me. We sit quietly. We finish our tea. “Would you please drop me back home?” I asked.

He stands up with his arms out. We hug. “Yes of course boy, thank you for a great time and some bits that weren’t great but are better now. Tomorrow I will text you when I am finished,” he said.

“Tim you are going to be fine,” I said.

I kiss him and we get entwined. I grab my things and we get in his car. I tell him where to go and he drops me outside my house. “Well now you know where I live come round sometime,” I said.

He grins. “I rather come up sometime boy.”

“Well make us an appointment at the STI Mortimer Market and then we can,” I said. I grin and get out. He drives away. I dump my stuff and get into bed and fall asleep.

To be continued …