Real Time with Master Josh

My NY cash pig has been serving me for a number of years now, and has been honoured with the chance to serve me in person on a number of occasions. Since you slaves often ask me how my typical real times go, I got the mutt to write up his experiences for the site! This is Part 1, so check in for the rest later on queers!


A VISIT WITH MASTER JOSH - PART 1 


After some last minute shopping for His comfort, I make my way to the airport early so I arrive before Master’s flight lands. I know He doesn’t like to be kept waiting to I like to arrive early and circle until His flight lands. At last, his flight lands and I receive the long awaited text, “I’M OUTSIDE FAG!” As I make my last loop around the airport my heart begins to pound. I spot my Owner from a distance as I round the final curve. I leap from the SUV and proceed to take his backpack, open the door and buckle him up. As I enter the drivers side, we shake hands and exchange pleasantries as I begin to drive. We speak of His flight and previous week as I make my way through grueling NY traffic. A very admirable quality of Master Josh’s’ is that he is very personable and enjoys “normal” conversation even though He is in master mode 24/7. We speak as though we are friends but we both know our roles in life and towards one another, so I never let my slaving guard down. Halfway through the drive, I notice His legs moving about and then suddenly his two perfect size 12 bare feet appear on my lap as he stretches and flexes his toes. As traffic has thinned, I begin to massage His feet with one hand while the other remains on the steering wheel. We continue conversing when He he says “YOU NEVER OFFICIALLY GREETED MY FEET HOMO!” with that, he places each foot up to my face for me to kiss and lick briefly, as he knows safety is paramount. I kiss and lick each foot and some toes for a few seconds. They are salty from the sweat and my tongue is a bit covered with His sock lint. He orders me to show Him my tongue, which I did, and he laughs calling me pathetic and letting me know how much He would enjoy ending my pathetic life with His feet, but not before beating me to a bloody pulp first.

We arrive at His house and I open the house door, deactivate the security system, open his door and escort him in. Once He enters the house, I kneel before Him, kiss his sneakered feet as he steps down full weight on my extended hands. I then remove His sneakers, deeply inhale His sneaker odor and place them aside. He then stands full weight on my hands with his socked feet, grinding His heels into the top of my hands. I cringe in pain as I lean down and kiss His socked feet and then remove His black ankle high athletic socks with my teeth. He demands I place each sock in my mouth and suck the sweat from them for a minute or two. It was like drinking a glass of salt water but it kept Him from beating me, so I complied as He couldn’t stop laughing. Finally, His bare feet have a turn on my hands. So soft and warm, and yet so misleading and deadly. I bend forward and begin to lick and kiss them feverishly, making sure to get nice and deep in between His toes as I know that’s a personal favorite of His. At this point I rollover onto my back and become His red carpet so He can enter the house appropriately. Not being shy from inflicting pain, His first foot fall is His right foot directly on my crotch. I grunt and moan as He looks down upon me with a sadistic smirk as He pauses. Then He continues His trek up my body oblivious to where His feet land and oblivious to any pain He causes. I’m not sure how He managed to plan it, but His last foot fall ends up squarely on my face with my nose beneath His arch.

I can catch a glimpse of him looking down at me in delight. He steps off my face and know towers over me with one foot on either side of my head. He bellows, “NOT BAD FAGGOT! BUT THERE IS MUCH MORE TO COME! GO UNPACK THE TRUCK AND TURN UP THE A/C, I’M A LITTLE WARM…” My reply is simply, “AS YOU WISH MY OWNER…” With that, Master drops a huge load of spit onto my face, smears it all over with the big toe on his right foot, and has me suck the spit from his toe, as He says, “GOOD ANSWER FAG!!! NOW FUCKING DO IT!!!”

To Be Continued….