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Sissy Joe and his chav master
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mostly fact and jazzed up a bit!
His message is simple but very clear. I’ve begged him to be in control and now he’s telling me what to do and what he expects when he gets here.
Kyrie is young. A fit, super slim chav. He’s a cocky, arrogant, rude 26 year old. Around 5ft9. Hairless chest. Which I worship when I’m allowed.
His body hasn’t got an ounce of fat. Weighs at no more than 9 stone. Oh no, no fat!
Well. Except his dick. As fat as a beer can.
He’s instructed that I’m to wear panties and a bra, a butt plug kept in place by the thin material disappearing up my arse. My sissy cock is so small it doesn’t even show through. The plug he says is just in case! Just in case?!
I wait nervously. He’s late as usual. Deliberately so to add to my tension when he gets here. The porn of my wife fucking is playing for him to watch. It’s of her with guys she’s cuckolded me with. He likes to watch this as he insists he’s straight, wants to fuck her really, but is only doing this to humiliate me. Plus he needs money. There’s no genuine feelings other than contempt from him. It’s how it is when you’re sissy-owned.
There’s a knock at the door. Eventually after waiting an hour! But it’s loud. Loud and clear. I run to the door. So excited to finally have this hot chav again. I kneel and open the door.
He looks down at me and just shakes his head, laughing at this fat, middle aged sissy who worships him.
He looks effortlessly cool. He’s wearing the Chanel I gave him, but it doesn’t hide the body odour he’s deliberately brought for my attention. No attempt to shower that morning. Ripped jeans hug his tiny neat arse. His grey zippy top is pulled down to about half way. He’s wearing his usual thick silver rope chain and his hair is pulled back and hidden by an NY black baseball cap, worn backwards. Red high tops and and white socks complete the chav uniform and I can only drool at how good he looks. Just perfect.
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He doesn’t speak. He sits in the hallway. The chair was requested. ‘Shoes. Clean them with your sissy mouth. Now!’
I look down at his high tops. covered in mud from the walk he had taken here. There’s a mud path he’s trodden through very thouroghly. I reluctantly clean them but he’s very sharp with me. In his thick Eastern European accent he barks ‘Lick them like the pathetic boy you are. You want to please your boy master yes?’
‘Sorry sir, I’ll get them clean. Would you like some cash to see how sorry I am?’
‘ca{¬yJs=¬}ea jalnica. Sclav.!’ He swears at me in his lush accent and it’s so hot to hear.
Then he nods and grins. I give him £50 and as I hand it to him he tells me to put it in his front jean pocket. I do and can feel his floppy cock and I sigh.
He slaps me hard. ‘You faggot. Don’t touch my cock. Perv. Think you should take off the trainers and the socks. They’re sweaty as fuck so you can suck them clean.’
He walks to the front room where I have a cold beer waiting as instructed. They smell putrid as he’s worn them for days. I’m made to sit in the corner to do the sock cleaning. I’m longingly staring at him. He’s laughing. This lasts for about half an hour.
‘That’s enough. My feet are sweaty too. You love my soft young toes don’t you. Come and worship them. Suck your masters toes. They look dirty so get licking.’
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He slaps me hard. ‘You faggot. Don’t touch my cock. Perv. Think you should take off the trainers and the socks. They’re sweaty as fuck so you can suck them clean.’
He walks to the front room where I have a cold beer waiting as instructed. They smell putrid as he’s worn them for days. I’m made to sit in the corner to do the sock cleaning. I’m longingly staring at him. He’s laughing. This lasts for about half an hour.
‘That’s enough. My feet are sweaty too. You love my soft young toes don’t you. Come and worship them. Suck your masters toes. They look dirty so get licking.’
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He slaps me hard. ‘You faggot. Don’t touch my cock. Perv. Think you should take off the trainers and the socks. They’re sweaty as fuck so you can suck them clean.’
He walks to the front room where I have a cold beer waiting as instructed. They smell putrid as he’s worn them for days. I’m made to sit in the corner to do the sock cleaning. I’m longingly staring at him. He’s laughing. This lasts for about half an hour.
‘That’s enough. My feet are sweaty too. You love my soft young toes don’t you. Come and worship them. Suck your masters toes. They look dirty so get licking.’
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I crawl to him and lick first one then the other. He gradually stuffs one in my mouth so far down I gag. He keeps it there. I can barely breathe. But then he presses his other foot on my neck, I can’t breath at all. He’s laughing. Spitting too.
‘You are so pathetic. You’re gonna worship my feet now and you’ll only stop when I say.’
He settles back on his phone, gaming idly and crosses his feet across my shoulders and I spend an hour slathering his feet with my mouth. I shower him with compliments of course. It’s my job. Occasionally he looks up and kicks me on the side of the head quite hard and I can’t get enough of this sexy hot chav master.
He then makes me lie down. He is spitting his beer in my face and then places the soles on my face.
‘No licking. Just sniff them now. Imagine how superior my feet are to yours. Like a god aren’t I. jalnica ticalos. Haha.’ It means thug god.
All the time I’m longing to see his lush tight body. He knows it but teases me just the same.
‘You’ve been begging to rim me haven’t you?! Well today I’ll let you but only with my boxers on.
He stands over me, strips his joggers quickly and I’m looking up at the tightest cute arse covered by blue tight CK boxers.
But they are smelly. Skid marks blatantly obvious. And sweaty. But I’ve waited so long to have him in my face I eagerly just let him sit on me.
He settles on my face and I’m in total heaven. My tongue is lapping at the smelly material and I notice it’s damp from the sweat he’s got from the shift he’s just completed.
But then he does something that is so disgusting. He breaks wind straight into my mouth.
‘Don’t pull away, you fairy slut, eat that fart and tell me you love it.’ He’s becoming worked up at the power he has and farts more loudly this time. I’m so turned by this I rub my flaccid dick in my panties.
He sees this and whack! He slaps my groin very hard and gobs on my panties. I instantly lose whatever erection I was starting to have.
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‘Since when did you get to decide when you touch yourself. Disgusting Perv. He stands over me and decides I need to be belted and instructs me to bend over the table. I do so and I can feel the build up of not knowing quite when he’s going to strike. He takes off his thick leather belt. It has studs runnning the length of it.
The first belt stings like hell and leaves a mark. ‘Be better if the skin was wet, faggot. I can help there!’ He laughs. With me still bent over he flops his floppy cock out and pisses on my arse and back. I ask to swallow the rest and he lets me drink the remaining piss straight from the source. I don’t spill a drop. It tastes funky but it’s not my first time and I eagerly gobble it up and say thank you. I was so desperate to please him. He belted me hard about five times before I said stop. It was just stinging too much. I felt ashamed.
He resumed his position on my face with him facing my body. But what was next was so painful. But I loved it so much I begged him for more.
Pulling my wife’s panties aside, he started to prod my ball sack with a cocktail stick. This had me jumping in pain. But made me lap at his arse even harder.
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‘Please master, please could I actually rim you now. I’ll be very good!’ I was begging now. I had been longing to have his lean bum for so long, but had always been told no. This time though, he looked at me and grinned wickedly.
‘It’s not clean, boy, so if you gag then it’s your fault. I know you’ve drooled over it. Just know if you do fail, you’ll never get the chance ever again!’ He was sneering at me.
He slowly pealed down the boxers and stood over me. I stared, savouring the view of his perfect cheeks above me. Without warning, he squatted back onto my open mouth.
He wasn’t kidding. It was truly foul but I was in such a heightened state and I stuck my tongue into my young, skinny chavmasters arse and swirled it around. ‘Oh sir, this is such an honour to clean your dirty arsehole. Am I doing good?’ I blurted in between my work cleaning.
‘Shut the fuck up, sissy boy, you need to get it squeaky!’ and settled back on me once more. But I was struggling to breathe again and begged him to let me get some air. He held me for about ten seconds before he let me go. He did this again and again til I nearly collapsed.
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