From Kinky to Slave Chapter 7: Humiliation

I received the order again for a new meeting. The previous times the gentleman had summoned me, he did it at the same hour and in the same specific place. This time, he summoned me to a different one. That threw me off. It was something that caught me closer, but for the first time, I decided not to ask. I knew what the consequences would be. That afternoon was hot. The session was not limited to the dungeon this time, but also to other parts of the house, such as the outside area. I wasn't one for doing things, at home, my parents did everything. But that day, the gentleman ordered me to clean the thorns from his garden. Damn... the plot wasn't that big... I wasn't very "hardworking", so to speak. But the gentleman gave me half an hour to remove the thorns. As I was pulling out the thorns in batches, I imagined the 31st minute. The gentleman counting the thorns I had forgotten. Probably to give me a slap for each thorn I had missed. It took me 25 minutes, which left me 5 minutes to review, and every time I found a thorn, I thought, "One less slap". I called my gentleman to await the next instruction.

-"Gentleman, I'm done"

-"I'm coming," he said, raising his gaze and seeing that I was standing before him. He put out the cigarette he was smoking in the ashtray, got up, and this time, he grabbed my balls firmly and took me to where I had been working.

-"Ah, gentleman, my balls"

-"Shut up, imbecile," he said, giving me a new slap on the ass with his other hand.

-"Yes, gentleman"

The gentleman reviewed the area and found that there were still thorns to be collected.

-"And this?" he said, showing me, "And this?"

-"Gentleman, it's just that I don't like picking thorns, and besides, I don't understand"

-"You're a useless person who only knows how to smoke joints and eat pussy"

-"Yes, gentleman," I said in a lamenting tone.

-"Yes, gentleman," the gentleman repeated in a mocking tone.

Now I understand why your parents don't bother teaching you things and ignore you, you're not even worth picking up thorns, but as I've told you, I'll teach you through discipline and punishment.

-"Yes, gentleman"

He ordered me to get on my knees. I obeyed, and a few seconds later, he ordered me to lick his shoe and then his feet. I couldn't gauge the time, but I was there, I'd say, for about 5 to 10 minutes. It was a very strange sensation. The more I humiliated myself, the more excited I became. I hate the topic of feet, but it's as if they're magnets. I licked like a desperate person. I wanted the gentleman to be content with all my soul.

-"You can improve, although you still have a lot to learn in this too"

-"Yes, gentleman"

As soon as I finished, he spat in my face several times. What a strange sensation. I must be weird, but it didn't disgust me. He made me go on all fours through the garden of the house, which was an...