Making and breaking of a cuckold – 22 The dinner party

“Sir Max has given me Rules to live my life by and I have to memorize them and obey without question. I broke two Rules a little earlier. When Sir Max or Mistress Gemma kick me in the balls I’m not permitted to call out or fall. Sir Max has told me that he owns my balls and they exist purely for target practice for his kicking foot. When I’m being disciplined, I must remain still and wait until my superiors are finished with me when they will either summon me to work for them or dismiss me. I squealed and fell when Mistress Gemma kicked my balls just before and that’s why Sir Max is going to punish me”.

“Good boy peepee, that was clear. I’m sure you want our guests to have a good night, and seeing me turn you into my foot puppet as you dance around on the end of my kicking foot should be excellent entertainment for them. We’ll invite them to join in, of course. Dismissed”.

“Thank you Sir”. I scurried out to the kitchen and had the first course on the table as instructed, then went to the lounge to inform them all. They all sat and I knelt near Sir Max awaiting my orders. He spoke,