Making and breaking of a cuckold – 5 The device

“Yes Mistress”. Damn, I hated that word faggot.

The Boss stood up and pointed to his shoes. I took my cue and leant forward and kissed them thinking to myself my freedom was just moments away.

“Let’s use our tongue as a sign of respect for your Master bootlicker”. So I licked the tops of his shoes. Then he raised his right shoe on its heel and, knowing what he wanted, I licked all the filth from the sole then repeated it with the left shoe.

“You’re lucky faggot, I didn’t step in any more dog shit in the car park”.

Lucky!! It was all so unnecessary, enacted purely as a display of raw power and dominance to emphasize the control over me he had achieved in such a short time. I was emasculated and my wife had witnessed it all.

“Thank you Boss. It was an honour to lick your shoes clean”.

The Boss then patted my head, said “Good boy” and left. At last I was alone with Gemma and had a chance to plead my case.