My Master and My Lord
by John Friend

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It was now our established routine. Around 7 in the morning Mark would call from his room to inform me that he was going for his first morning piddle. By then I would have cleaned our living quarters as well as the labs.

On his call I always would go to his room to follow him into the bathroom where he would be standing naked in front of the toilet basin. I would get onto my knees right behind his naked bum and while he was shaking the last drops of his night pee from his dick I would admire the perfect body that would invariably send my heart racing and my hormones screaming. When Mark was finished he would turn around with his penis still half swollen from his morning glory and the last drops of piss glowing enticingly on the tip of his huge head.

It was my privilege to then lick the moisture from his penis, which he would be holding obligingly for my eager tongue. Without fail I would curl my lips around his penis now swollen to full size licking gently around the meat of his dick removing all the remains of his manly domination. I would never be allowed to carry on with this for too long as there were other things that my master liked to be done but often Mark would take his dick from my mouth and draw his stiff rod across my face and lips always surprising me with the parts of the face that would be blessed according to his pleasure. My groans would assure my master that I remained committed only to his service.

Soon Mark would indicate that he was ready for his breakfast and while he languished his naked body back on his double bed I went to fetch toast with trimmings and coffee on a tray. On my return to the room Mark would be sitting against the headboard of the bed ready to receive the tray with his early nourishment. As Mark got underway with the refreshments I kneeled at the side of the bed where Marks feet would be within easy reach from both the side and the bottom of the bed.

As perfect as Mark's penis is so perfect are his feet. In fact he is a handsome, muscular man evenly tanned over his whole body with soulful brown eyes and curly blond hair. The tan that browned his body also reflected in the light bleached blond of his curly hair extending right down to his ankles. His feet were veiny with tufts of hair on the bridge of each foot and also on each of his perfect toes. The nails on his big toes were somewhat wide, always perfectly clean and perfectly placed on his shapely feet and toes. I always started off by just touching my master’s feet, which he loved from the moment several weeks ago when I first started to serve him. Gently massaging his feet and putting all of my worship for this godly man in my work I eventually started to gently and sometimes more passionately kiss his feet with Mark watching as he enjoyed his refreshments and my caresses at the same time.

By now it was established that for half an hour I would have free reign to pour out my admiration, my glorious fetish on the feet of this godly figure. I would lick all over his feet and soles, intermittently kiss every nook and cranny and put my tongue between his toes to my heart's content. The crowning glory was always when I took his toes and sometimes other parts of his feet in my mouth and sucked them over and over until I could barely contain my own rising stiffness. I especially love the knob on the side of the foot near to the big toe, which in his case contributed to the glorious shape of his manly feet. Mark was not unaffected by my efforts and every time I glanced his way I could see his full hard on sometimes shuddering with the pleasures brought on by my admiration and worship.

Eventually I would get up from the floor and remove the tray from Mark's bed so that I could hear what other pleasures I could provide to my master. Every third day on average Mark would indicate that he would like to be rimmed. As in all other tasks I performed willingly as the slave of this perfect specimen I put my heart and mind in providing the pleasures that Mark required. He would lift his legs wide open in the air and I would then proceed to provide him with the maximum support to keep them in a position, which would provide me and my tongue with the best access to his glory hole. Again I could count on the fact that Mark would be totally clean on the occasions that he demanded this service. I would then proceed to play with my tongue around the arsehole, under the balls and even on the insides of the thighs. Short quick licks would satisfy the likes of my master and slowly I would move nearer to the hole itself with stronger and extended licks, which would always provide Mark with wonderful pleasure. Eventually I would make long but slow movements with my tongue from the bottom of the hole right across the hole to the top thereof.

Again the penis of my master was showing every sign of his enjoyment. Next I would somehow get a grip on the hole with my lips and tongue and suck on the hole with my master's groans of approval serving as my encouragement to improve my skills for his benefit. I would end off by attempting to push the tip of my tongue into his love hole and while we all know that it is an impossible task to achieve much penetration in this way my efforts certainly drove the level of his pleasure to the top of the scales.

Eventually he would demand that I move up to his dick and perform the ultimate intimate service that one man can provide to another and in a way that only a man, who is also endowed with a penis can do. I would take his now stiff rod into my mouth and gently move my head up and down while I continuously would curl and lick with my tongue around the shapely roundness of his crowning glory. At times I would just take the head into my mouth and without moving my head at all just suck strongly on the object of my admiration. This would meet with the approval of my master who would encourage me to keep up the good work. Other times I would move my head around like the shape of an 8 while continuously providing suction on the head.

Yet other times I would go down on the shaft of the penis taking as much of the nine inches available into my mouth but always making sure that I continue to pleasure the object of my desire. At times Mark would request me to give it a rest to extend his pleasure before coming and at other times he would place one or both hands on my head gently encouraging me to keep up the good work. Being a man I knew how to pleasure another man and I understood Mark's needs perfectly.

Eventually Mark would indicate that he would like to come but this was more an act or courtesy than necessity because I could feel from the iron stiffness of his rod that his climax was on the point of erupting. I would keep up, and even increase my efforts to please and with great pleasure to both him and me I would receive his spouting sperm in my mouth always loving the taste of my master's joy. While swallowing the bulk of the sperm I would gently continue to keep his penis in my mouth until he had completed his spurts and only them would I remove his penis still strong and stiff from our daily encounter. With the job perfectly done no need for cleaning or wiping existed.

Mark and I were posted to a remote island in the Indian Ocean for three months to take daily readings for the purpose of research on instruments installed on the island. Mark was married and knew nothing of my secret admiration for him. We were the only people on the island but with daily contact via radio with our employers. When we arrived on the island Mark started moving around almost immediately in his underpants only or sometimes flops if he ventured outside. When he asked whether I minded his walking about in his underwear only, I jokingly remarked that he could walk around naked for all I cared. To my delight this is just what he started doing on the third day of our tour.

There I was faced with this perfect and naked specimen and unable to indicate to him my desires and longing to be his slave. I immediately took over all of the chores and Mark pretty much only worked the official readings on our employer's equipment and in the meantime driving me insane with his ridiculous perfection. He did from the first day express his frustration about having to do without sex for three months and I once caught him masturbating but pretending not to have noticed. On the tenth day I could contain myself no longer and I decided to come clean about my desire to serve Mark sexually for the duration of out stay.

Mark took three hours to consent to my first blowjob but indicating that when we returned to the main land there would be no mention of our secret joining during our stay on the island. Gradually I introduced Mark to the pleasure of foot worship and rimming and the licking of the morning piddle was just something that Mark allowed at my insistence. Now Mark often requests my services a second time during a given day. He continues to claim that this will stop when we return home.

As we proceed to build our relationship of master and slave I wonder whether Mark would be able to resist demanding my services now and then when only the pleasures provided by a slave man would meet his needs.

John