Born To Be Served
by Niall Roache

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It was late when he finally got on the road from the office, it had been a long hard day and he felt frustrated at the usual crap at that place. As he drove along he realized just how cold the night air was, his feet were freezing and he turned the heat up full and warmed his toes.

It was a long drive back home and to kill time he thought about what he wanted when he got home. You see for some time his boyfriend had been unemployed and it seemed to him that considering all the time he now had not much was getting done.

With that in mind he decided that things were about to change, if nothing else he could be looked after better.

He arrived back forty minutes later and stepped out of the car his feet were now so warm that steam was almost coming off them, today he had worn thin and sexy black nylon socks with his black leather ankle boots. That look always made him feel powerful both in the office and back home and today it felt very sexually charged to go along with it, people would look at his shiny polished black shoes and masculine black dress socks and they would or should show him respect.

That formal suited look had always gone down well with his boyfriend and today that respect would be shown by him in full like it or not.

He opened the door to the house and walked in to the smell of cooking food, that was one thing at least he did not have to worry about BF was always good at making sure the dinner was ready.

"Where are you?" he barked as he entered. There was no reply, " Get down here now!"

He could here footfall across the landing and knew that someone was on the way, his boyfriend joined him in the kitchen and looked puzzled.

"I said down here," he said again with a very threatening voice, pointing to the floor in front of his feet. "There are going to be some changes around here starting right now, you will show me the respect I deserve. I have been keeping you for weeks, now kneel down on the floor "

Shocked his boyfriend just stared at him unsure what was going on, suddenly a hand pushed him down to the floor and held him off balance by those black boots, try as he may struggling against the force on the back of his neck he could not get up. This was some kind of joke they had played at the Master slave game sexually but this was different.

"Well must I wait all day?"

"From now on I do not bend down I do not lift a finger at home or go near my sweaty feet and shoes, you however do from now until you find yourself a job. Worship me and my feet no questions asked and no backchat."

He did.

"Now clean the boots."

His boyfriend just nodded thinking that this would end in a minute and the joke would be over, however the pressure was still on the back of his head.

"I am waiting!"

"I need to get the shoe polish from the cupboard."

"Oh you wont be needing that, use your tongue and show me some respect."

His boy just looked down and saw the boots, black leather ankle boots slightly dusty and dirty from a few days in the office, and the top of the black nylon dress socks worn for the day sweaty and smelly he could now tell with his nose so close. There was nothing else for it resigned to his punishment he stuck out his tongue and began to lick the leather boots. The pressure began to release from the back of his neck and he thought of stopping. Suddenly the boot he was not licking landed on his neck and began to force him down harder onto the boot telling him in no uncertain way to keep licking.

"Well lick hard boy I want to feel the effort slave, do they taste good? Cat got your tongue or just my boot " he pressed down on his slave rendering him unable to speak or answer the question." I don't think you like my boots so I guess you better lick more and learn to like them," There was an evil grin on his face and he kept up the pressure on the back of his neck.

"Now lick the soles."

He did.

"Change foot boy."

His slave moved across to the other boot and felt the pressure of the now cleaner boot pushing him to the dirty one. "Like them now boy?”

A muffled squeak from his boot he assumed was a ‘yes’.

"Good," he said "Then you wont mind enjoying for a while."

"From now on you will refer to me as sir , no better yet Master, You understand?"

From down by his feet came another muffled answer, he lifted his boot and again asked "what was that ?"

"Yes Master." came the reply.

"Good boy now get busy I am enjoying this, my very own foot slave, plenty more boots and shoes to work on and of course the sweaty socks for you to enjoy"

His slave squirmed under his masters boots struggling against the pressure and what he had just heard, trying to get away, after all he knew how much his masters socks would smell after a stressful day at the office. More pressure was applied to hold the boy in place.

"Wriggle and squirm boy I like to feel you there, work away sock pig!"

"I put my best black nylon socks on, just for you!”

You know the ones your always looking at, the ones I figured you would like the best after all I knew this was going to happen I have been thinking about it and planning it for a while and they sure will stink, after all they have been on for five days ready for your nose "

Again he felt his slave struggle underneath him but it was futile.

"Ok now arms behind your back."

He secured his arms with the tie he had just taken from around his own neck and to make sure of no escape he removed his slaves belt and tightly bound the slaves ankles.

"Now on your knees."

"Yes Master."

He then left the room his slave wondering what was going to happen next, when the master returned he had something in his hand but his slave could not see fully.

"Mouth open " he barked " these are to make sure you do not make a sound and to make sure you get only the air I allow from my sweaty socks. These socks are good and sweaty too" he said now pushing the bundle in his fist into the slaves mouth, securing them with tape to ensure they were not coming out. His slave looked kind of freaked and as though he was about to panic. His master just grinned and gently slapped his face, teaseling him at the total submission that was before him.

He then began to unlace his boots, lifting the boot to the slaves face as he released the pressure and the sweaty smell from his sock, his slave turned his head away at the repugnant smell coming from the boot, gently but forcefully he turned the slaves face back to his boot and smirked at him " smell Boy, get to enjoy it, you will be spending quite some time there "

He undid his second boot and started towards the slaves face, once again his slave pulled away.

"Ok if that's the way you want to play its all good."

Slowly he removed his own belt from his trousers folding it in half he gently stroked his slave with the belt, causing him to tense his body in fear.

"More fun for me boy just turns me on, more power play."

The belt dropped once over the slaves back and the boot came towards his face once again, he did not move sniffing at the open boot and sock.

"Good boy, that's better see you like them really," the grin appeared on the masters face again and he rubbed his groin the sexual pleasure clearly visible.

He then removed his first boot completely and sat down in the chair across the room.

"Get over here and start sniffing and smelling at my socks you have a busy night ahead of you."

Crawling with difficulty the slave made his way to his master and began to sniff the exposed sock.

"No turn around and sit down in front of me I am going to relax and watch the television whilst you work on my pleasure. Once turned around his master placed both ankles on the slaves shoulders with his feet one still in its open boot in front of his face. Master wiggled his feet releasing sweat from his socks and rubbed his slaves face until the second boot fell off.

"Now have fun sniff and massage my socks and feet with your face and nose boy."

There the slave sat unable to escape and only breathing as promised air that his master allowed heavy with the scent of sweat.

It began to dawn on him that despite the predicament that he found himself in his groin too was excited could it be that he was enjoying this treatment . . .