My Master went for a run and he came back all covered in sweat. Instead of taking a shower, he sat on the couch and threw one sneaker at me like he was a spoiled king and I was his jester.
“Entertain me! Jerk off smelling it.” he commanded. “I just want to stroke my cock watching you”.
“Yes, Master!”
I pulled down my pants and grabbed the shoe which had just hit me in the chest a few seconds ago. Timidly, I started to jerk my soft clitty while taking a deep sniff of my Masters freshly worn shoes. It was an intense musky scent that instantly got me aroused. My clitty was already rock hard.
“Do you like the smell of my dirty shoes, pet?”
“Yes, Master. I love it, I want to smell nothing else right now!”
I continued, getting my nose as deep as possible in my Masters sneaker while jerking off faster.
“My shoe got a bit dirty from all the running, don’t you think? CLEAN IT, PET!”
I knew what my Master meant, his shoes had bits of dirt all over them. I stuck my tongue out and licked the first speck of dirt until there was no trace of it left to be seen. All while continuing to stroke my clitty and my Master sitting there like a monarch stroking his huge cock, making me look like a pathetic speck of dirt myself.
The next spot went away after only licking it once, but I felt that I had to be careful, because I was already getting really close to the edge. I lessened the intensity of my stroking, while I continued my job as his shoe polisher.
After his sneaker looked almost brand new again, I wanted to smell it again, but my Master stopped me with a majestic move of his hand.
“You forgot the sole!”
“I am sorry, Master.”
It's raining a lot here and as a result, the sole was really dirty. Although I couldn't shake the feeling that my Master was running through mud on purpose, knowing that I would be the one later cleaning it. But I didn't dare to ask him and continued with my task. My tongue was getting really dirty from all the soil I was licking, but I finally finished cleaning the sole as well.
“Go to the bathroom and clean your tongue pet, I don't want you to get sick. When you come back, I will have a reward for you,” he said. I obeyed and I went to scrub my tongue.
When I got back my Master was standing there wide-legged, while still stroking his tasty cock. “Come and kneel before me, like a peasant should before his king!” Immediately I got on my knees and began crawling towards my Master. “Open your mouth and be ready to receive your king's blessing!,” he added.
I did as told and opened my mouth wide. It didn't take long until I felt his warm cum covering my tongue and running down my throat. The nectar of a god, I truly felt blessed. “Thank you, Master, for allowing me to taste your cum! I have one question though, may I cum as well?,” I asked.
With a pitiful laugh he answered, “No, pet. Today only real men are allowed to cum! But I still have a second sneaker for you to clean. In the meantime, I will take a shower.”
This time I chose a different punishment for his disobedience. For 45 days, my pet must wake me up by telling me a short erotic story about us. If his story turns me on, I won't punish him that day. If he fails, poor thing, I will ruthlessly punish him. More stories here.