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''sir,your tub is ready''wheedled mr improper.''is there anything else you want?
oh he was a hard master.
hard but fair,
so hard.
mr improper flinched slightly as morrissey stepped towards him,
remembering the stinging he still felt on his buttocks.
he gazed into morrisseys cold blue eyes with a mixture of awe and wariness,
wringing a washcloth in his hands,
back and forth,
back and forth,
''if sir requires nothing more perhaps he be so kind as to let me return to my box in the cellar?''
''no''said morrissey.''i have not finished with you.take off my robe''
mr improper moaned and buried his face in the washcloth,
''but sir,sir you are naked beneath that terrycloth,naked as a marble....
''shut up little man,''snarled morrissey,''shut your trap before i make you shut it!''
mr improper got up from the rug and began to untie the bow at the front of morrisseys dressing gown.
it fell to the ground with a soft flump.
he had seen his master naked once before,
when he walked into the parlour with a tray of hobnobs,
and found morrissey lying on his back,mast...
''stop dreaming and help me into the tub,its cold as a frigid whores twat in here''
morrissey stood before him,arms crossed.a small smile played on his lips.he reached across to mr improper and grabbed his balls,grabbed them so hard that mr improper let out a horrible wail:
''aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrr!!! master, master!im good, im very good!please dont squeeze like that!''
morrissey just beamed cheerfully,
''well my lad,how do you want me to squeeze you?''
he let go and stepped into the bath,sitting down, suds swashing in and out from between his legs,
in and out,
in and out,
bubbles licking mischievously at his thighs,nibbleing upwards,
upwards towards his...
''oh lord'' thought mr improper,''hes as hard as a broom handle,
im in for a rough night...
''wash me.''
morrissey forced the sponge between mr impropers lips,
choking him,
soapy water sqirted down his chin.
''start with my hair and work your way down.''
mr improper was not surprised to discover that he too,
was aroused.
he sighed,
and slowly began to lather morrisseys head.
up to his elbows in head and shoulders.
morrissey put his head over the side of the tub and stuck his slippery tongue into mr impropers ear:
''get in you dirty hooligan,''he breathed.
get in and sponge me,
sponge me hard.''
mr improper felt morrisseys fingers trail soapily up and down his chest,
unbuttoning him.
dutifully he stepped out of his smock,
and into the bath.
for a while morrissey just stared at him through half lidded eyes,
playing with himself,
rubbing the soap bar,
imperial leather,
between his pale hands.
then he ordered mr improper to turn around.
mr improper did.
preparing himself for the sensation of morrisseys undersized and soapy balls,
banging back and forth between his hams.
[it had happened before,
in the frozen food section of asda]
instead he felt the soap bar,
then a finger,
and then an arm,
slip greasily up his backside.
''hey!'' he squealed,''thats not part of the....
morrissey laughed brutishly and placed a foamy palm over mr impropers mouth.
''mmmmmmmmmmmmfffffffffff''
he began to move his arm back and forth,
,his other arm wrapped firmly around mr impropers waist.
faster and faster,
mr improper yelled,
his body went suddenly rigid,
he convulsed three times into the soap dish,
before collapsing,
and hitting his head on the taps.
''OOF''
morrissey jumped out the water,
disgust painting his features,
his turgid manhood bouncing comically against his meaty stomach,
''HOW DARE YOU!
YOU DIRTY ANIMAL!
you know IM supposed to go FIRST.
CLEAN THAT UP NOW!
and when youve done that,
YOU CAN WRAP YOUR LIPS ROUND THIS..,''
morrissey thrusts his crotch into mr impropers face,
he tastes the bitter soap,
his mouth filled with fragrant fur,
that tickles his nose,
like an exquisite pastry,
filled with moz instead of cream...
the cream came later.........
well maybe ive gone too far...
but ha ha mr improper you got what was coming to you!
oh he was a hard master.
hard but fair,
so hard.
mr improper flinched slightly as morrissey stepped towards him,
remembering the stinging he still felt on his buttocks.
he gazed into morrisseys cold blue eyes with a mixture of awe and wariness,
wringing a washcloth in his hands,
back and forth,
back and forth,
''if sir requires nothing more perhaps he be so kind as to let me return to my box in the cellar?''
''no''said morrissey.''i have not finished with you.take off my robe''
mr improper moaned and buried his face in the washcloth,
''but sir,sir you are naked beneath that terrycloth,naked as a marble....
''shut up little man,''snarled morrissey,''shut your trap before i make you shut it!''
mr improper got up from the rug and began to untie the bow at the front of morrisseys dressing gown.
it fell to the ground with a soft flump.
he had seen his master naked once before,
when he walked into the parlour with a tray of hobnobs,
and found morrissey lying on his back,mast...
''stop dreaming and help me into the tub,its cold as a frigid whores twat in here''
morrissey stood before him,arms crossed.a small smile played on his lips.he reached across to mr improper and grabbed his balls,grabbed them so hard that mr improper let out a horrible wail:
''aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrr!!! master, master!im good, im very good!please dont squeeze like that!''
morrissey just beamed cheerfully,
''well my lad,how do you want me to squeeze you?''
he let go and stepped into the bath,sitting down, suds swashing in and out from between his legs,
in and out,
in and out,
bubbles licking mischievously at his thighs,nibbleing upwards,
upwards towards his...
''oh lord'' thought mr improper,''hes as hard as a broom handle,
im in for a rough night...
''wash me.''
morrissey forced the sponge between mr impropers lips,
choking him,
soapy water sqirted down his chin.
''start with my hair and work your way down.''
mr improper was not surprised to discover that he too,
was aroused.
he sighed,
and slowly began to lather morrisseys head.
up to his elbows in head and shoulders.
morrissey put his head over the side of the tub and stuck his slippery tongue into mr impropers ear:
''get in you dirty hooligan,''he breathed.
get in and sponge me,
sponge me hard.''
mr improper felt morrisseys fingers trail soapily up and down his chest,
unbuttoning him.
dutifully he stepped out of his smock,
and into the bath.
for a while morrissey just stared at him through half lidded eyes,
playing with himself,
rubbing the soap bar,
imperial leather,
between his pale hands.
then he ordered mr improper to turn around.
mr improper did.
preparing himself for the sensation of morrisseys undersized and soapy balls,
banging back and forth between his hams.
[it had happened before,
in the frozen food section of asda]
instead he felt the soap bar,
then a finger,
and then an arm,
slip greasily up his backside.
''hey!'' he squealed,''thats not part of the....
morrissey laughed brutishly and placed a foamy palm over mr impropers mouth.
''mmmmmmmmmmmmfffffffffff''
he began to move his arm back and forth,
,his other arm wrapped firmly around mr impropers waist.
faster and faster,
mr improper yelled,
his body went suddenly rigid,
he convulsed three times into the soap dish,
before collapsing,
and hitting his head on the taps.
''OOF''
morrissey jumped out the water,
disgust painting his features,
his turgid manhood bouncing comically against his meaty stomach,
''HOW DARE YOU!
YOU DIRTY ANIMAL!
you know IM supposed to go FIRST.
CLEAN THAT UP NOW!
and when youve done that,
YOU CAN WRAP YOUR LIPS ROUND THIS..,''
morrissey thrusts his crotch into mr impropers face,
he tastes the bitter soap,
his mouth filled with fragrant fur,
that tickles his nose,
like an exquisite pastry,
filled with moz instead of cream...
the cream came later.........
well maybe ive gone too far...
but ha ha mr improper you got what was coming to you!
