Hey everyone, I’m Himank, the dominant master in this kinky tale. This is the second part of my wild BDSM adventures with my obedient slave Rohit. If you haven’t read the first part, check it out at Read Here

 Hope you enjoyed the first one – now dive into this new steamy chapter!

After the slave finished licking my shoes, I bent down to inspect them closely. Damn, there was still some dirt stuck on the edges! I wasn’t happy at all. Without warning, I kicked him hard right in the balls. The slave yelped like a little bitch and almost started crying from the pain. “You worthless piece of shit!” I shouted, abusing him. “Why are my shoes still dirty, slave? You call this cleaning?”The slave whimpered, clutching his aching balls. “I tried my best, sir,” he said in a shaky voice. “But I couldn’t lick it properly… please forgive me.”

I smirked and shook my head. “Forgive you? Ha! I think you need some water to clean it better, you lazy fuck.” I leaned over and spat right onto the dirty spot on my shoe. Phhht! The spit landed with a wet splat. “Now you can clean it, slave. Lick it all up like the dog you are.”He hesitated for a second, but then dove in, his tongue lapping up my spit mixed with the dirt. He licked and licked until the shoes shone like new. Good boy, but he wasn’t off the hook yet.
Once that was done, I ordered, “Now remove my shoes like a proper dog, slave.” He got on all fours, using his mouth to untie the laces – no hands allowed. It was hilarious watching him struggle, his teeth pulling at the strings. Finally, he tugged them off one by one. “Put them in the shoe rack properly,” I commanded. He picked up each shoe in his mouth, crawling like a pathetic pup across the room, and placed them neatly on the rack. What a sight – my slave acting like a total animal!

Next, I told him to remove my socks. He pulled them off with his teeth again, and I stuffed both sweaty socks right into his mouth. Then, I spat on top of them – another big glob of my saliva – and started abusing him. “You filthy whore, chew on that! Taste my sweat, you disgusting pig.” I slapped his face hard, over and over, until his cheeks turned bright red. He winced in pain, tears welling up, but he didn’t dare spit them out. Slap! Slap! “That’s for being so useless earlier,” I growled.

Now, with his face stinging, I relaxed back on the couch. “Lick my feet, slave. And make it good – you’ve got 15 minutes.” He dropped to his knees and started worshipping my feet, his tongue sliding between my toes, sucking on them like candy. Mmm, that felt amazing. For the full 15 minutes, he didn’t stop, even as I kicked him lightly to keep him going faster.But I was getting horny now. “Open my pants and suck my dick, you cock-hungry slut,” I ordered. He unzipped me with trembling hands and took my hard cock into his mouth. I grabbed his head and fucked his throat without mercy – deep, rough thrusts that made him gag. “Take it all, bitch! Don’t you dare stop.”

While he sucked me off, exposing his ass. I gave him a hard spanking – smack after smack – turning his cheeks red and sore. Then, I fingered his tight hole, teasing it roughly. He moaned in pain around my dick, but I warned him, “If you stop sucking, I’ll shove something big up your ass, you hear me? Keep going, slave!”

After a while of that intense mouth-fucking, I exploded, shooting my cum straight down his throat. “Swallow every drop, you cum-dump!” Some of it dribbled out and splashed on the floor. “Lick that up too, pig,” I said, pushing his head down. He lapped it up from the dirty floor like a good boy.

As he was busy cleaning the floor with his tongue, I sneaky ordered some cigarettes from quick-commerce on my phone. The slave had no clue what was coming. I settled in to watch a movie on TV, using him as human furniture. One leg rested on his back like a footstool, and the other was shoved into his mouth for him to keep licking my feet. “Stay still, furniture boy,” I teased.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Ding-dong! The slave panicked and tried to stand up. I pushed him back down into dog position. “What happened, slave? Scared?”“Someone’s at the door, master,” he whispered, eyes wide with fear. “Please let me wear some clothes!”I laughed cruelly. “No need, slave. Go naked and open the door.” He looked completely shocked. “Naked, master?” he begged, his voice trembling.“Yes, you idiot! Go get the cigarettes I ordered from Quick-commerce.” He pleaded for mercy, but I reminded him, “You agreed to public humiliation, remember? Now move your ass!” I kicked him in the butt to get him going.

As he crawled to the door, I yelled after him, “And ask the guy if he needs a blowjob!” The slave froze, totally horrified. But another kick got him moving.He opened the door naked, trying to hide his useless little cock with his hands. The delivery guy handed over the packet with a devilish smile, eyeing the naked slave up and down. As the guy turned to leave, the slave – red-faced and shy – called out, “Uh, do you… do you need a blowjob?”

The delivery guy grinned wide and nodded. “Hell yeah!” The slave invited him inside, still covering himself awkwardly.

Now, inside, Slave Rohit dropped to his knees and gave the delivery guy a sloppy, eager blowjob. I watched from the couch, smoking my new cigarette. “Suck him good, slave! Make him cum hard.” The guy moaned, thrusting into Rohit’s mouth.

After a bit, I asked the delivery guy, “Want to fuck my slave?” He agreed instantly. He bent Rohit over and fucked him roughly right there in front of me – no mercy, pounding away. While that happened, I made Rohit lick my feet again. “Multitask, you whore!” The guy finally cum inside him, and I ordered, “Eat his cum too, slave. Lick it all clean.”

After about 20 minutes of blowjobs and fucking, the delivery guy zipped up and left, satisfied. Rohit collapsed on the floor, exhausted and humiliated. What a wild delivery!

Do you want me to write part 3 of the story? Want to know how I used the slave after the delivery guy was gone? Please comment and show your love, then I might write part 3 of this story. I am waiting for your comments and love.

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