Making and breaking of a cuckold – 22 The dinner party

“Yes Sir. Thank you for the opportunity to serve Sir”. Laying it on thick was the best protective mechanism I had at my disposal.

“Well, what are you waiting for, get your faggot arse out there”.

“Yes Sir”.

It was a strange feeling crawling out the front door and lying on the porch with the rain sprinkling down and night falling. God only knows what the neighbours would think if they saw me but I was kind of past worrying about that in the context of my life, or what was left of it after Max and Gemma had trashed it.

A car pulled up after 10 minutes. Sheridan emerged with a young male in tow. Jeepers, no-one bothered telling me there was an extra guest.

“Evening fuckwit”.

“Good evening Your Majesty”.

The male spoke, “So it’s true what you told me Sheridan, Max and Gemma have a slave. What’s he doing?”

“Answer the man faggot”.

“I am your doormat for the night Sir. Please wipe your shoes on my shirt and if there’s any mud left on the soles, I have instructions to lick that off”.

“You told me just to go with the flow Sheridan so here I go, I’ll wipe my shoes on his shirt”.