Making and breaking of a cuckold – 22 The dinner party

Around 5pm, Gemma sauntered into the kitchen looking dishevelled and sleepy. “You missed out on clean-up duties cucky but your Master and I figured you’d be better off setting up for tonight. They’ll be arriving around 6 and I want you dressed in your suit pants, a white shirt and a bow tie so you look like a butler, even though you’re gonna be the cook and dish pig as well hehe”.

I knelt and gently placed a kiss on the top of Mistress’ right foot and said, “Yes Your Highness, what you say when you say”. It was moments like these when I realized how I got myself in this position, Gemma was utterly gorgeous, irresistible and there was something about her attitude that pressed every button I had.

I dressed and it was around 5.45 when Sir Max entered the kitchen. He had brushed up well and was looking every bit the dominant stud he was. I knelt before him and kept my gaze averted from his. My balls reminded me to be respectful to this Bull.

“It’s raining cuckold”.

“Yes Sir”.

“I don’t want my guests to worry about muddy shoes so you’ll lie outside the front door and be our doormat. Invite them to wipe their shoes on your shirt and, if there’s still any mud on the soles of their shoes, lick it off like a good footslave would you?”