22 – Jaw Training

“ Yes, sir ,” I said.

“ I am your slave and you are my master .”

Giorgio didn't answer. He just nodded. Slowly. Like a gentleman who knows what he deserves.

Now he was sitting there. Leaning back, legs stretched out. Heels on the floor, upright, like a wordless command.

The feet were huge. Dusty, hard, hot from the sun.

Right in front of me. He smelled of leather and stone, of fields and power. I waited for his command. I needed him inside me.

I was hungry and my mouth started watering.

" You will start.. ", he said in a calm, deep voice. " with the big toe. "

I looked at him. Finally.

I leaned forward. Slowly. Reverently.

At first my lips touched it gently, as if in prayer, then I sucked it. His big toe seemed bigger than the only toe I had ever had in my mouth in my life. And I imagined his. I wondered how big it was.

I felt the strength beneath his skin. The dense structure of his cornea. The softness between it. The life inside him.

" Imagine that's my dick ,"

Giorgio said in a low voice, as if he could read my mind. Not forcefully, but decisively.

" Open your mouth wider and take it all! "

I nodded and tried to take the other fingers in my mouth. My mouth adjusted to them. His foot was wide. Big. Powerful. I moved deeper. Slower. More precisely. I imagined it was his hard cock. I took it until I felt his finger against my throat. I gagged.

“ Now that’s what I call jaw training ,” he said mockingly. “ You’re going to need it soon. Deeper. Boy. You can do it deeper. ”

He leaned forward and I felt his big hand on the back of my neck. He pressed my head against his foot.

" Come on, you can do better! As deep as you can. "

He had a huge foot. I couldn't breathe. I started to gag again.

Rise.

" Too big? "

"Come on, get them all wet with your tongue, faggot!"

And he leaned back again.

I worked hard with my tongue. Between her toes.

Humid.

Precise.

Without leaving anything.

Without forgetting anything.

Again, I got the whole foot. All the toes.

Deep, until I felt it in my throat again. I felt like vomiting again, but my mouth was hungry and I wanted more. To serve him better. My saliva ran down his foot and dripped onto the floor.

" I want to see them shine! Make them shiny bitch! "

I nodded again, with his foot in my mouth. I couldn't speak.

But I wanted to do it. I had to do it.

I let it slide out of my mouth and felt my lips stretch.

" Yes, sir! " I said, looking at his toes which I had polished.

I took possession of her sole. A huge surface waiting for my tongue.

Hot. Powerful. I ran my tongue from heel to toe. Over and over. I cleaned them. I wet them. I focused. I didn’t want to disappoint him. His feet deserved it. He deserved it.

He was my master. I was his slave. That's what I was there for. And it turned me on.

" Yes, boy. Good! I like it. That's why you're here."

I felt my whole body vibrate. The compliment filled me.

From my mouth all the way up my crotch.

I should have felt humiliated, but I only felt pride. Certainty of who I was. His servant. And I wanted to be good.

“ Now the other foot ,” he ordered.

I looked at him. My hands found his calf. His muscles.

How big everything was in him. I opened my mouth as wide as I could.

I wanted to make him happy. To prove to him that I was worthy.

He repeated it:

" Come on, suck it like it's my cock.!"

"Prove to me that you are worthy of my manhood, you little faggot."

"Prove to me that you are made to serve a real man. "

I pushed my foot deeper. I could barely breathe. It was so big and wide. So huge. It filled my mouth completely, stretching my jaw.

I felt the fabric tear:

" My underwear lost the war against the monster! "

he commented nonchalantly.

I didn't dare look up. I kept licking his foot as if my life depended on it. I wanted his cock. I wanted to show him that I could handle a big cock. That I was even willing to choke on, while, with my mouth full, I could see the veins in his foot and the hair on the sole up close.

I don't know how long he made me work on my knees. The floor was hard, I could feel it. But the pain was secondary. I wasn't there to complain. Just to serve him. This god of a man. I felt small. Insignificant. But I had never felt so happy and fulfilled in my entire life as I did in that moment on his knees.

Then suddenly:

" Well, then let's see if you like my cock ,"

and pulled back his big feet.

I sat down and looked at him.

What a look! His powerful muscles were sweating. The pants were baggy, but the large piece of flesh pressing against the fabric was clearly visible. A dark stain spread across the fabric where the tension was greatest.

Where had he been hiding that thing all this time?

His underwear must have lost a tough battle and spilled the beans.

He looked at me with a look that both intimidated and excited me. He looked at me as if he were watching the prey he would soon devour.

He began to undo his pants and I remained kneeling there, in front of him, with my jaw hanging open in amazement, which I had prepared and trained for this big, long tune.