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\nEvery time I drive my car by\nthe intersection where it all happened, I remember the night I met\nMaster Taranus. I was driving my car home from a bar, where I had had\na few drinks. I wasn't drunk, but I wasn't sober. I made a turn, and\nas I did that, drove into a large muddy puddle. In the opposite lane\nof the oncoming traffic, sat Master Taranus on a large black\nmotorcycle. He too was out for the evening, probably at an S&M\nevent. As I hit the mud puddle, I splashed mud all over Taranus’\nboots and motorcycle. I pulled over to the side of the road and ran\nover to him. I didn't know what to say. He glared at me, but didn't\nsay anything. I felt the anger pouring out of his eyes, like daggers.

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\n\"I'm…I'm sorry!\" I\nstammered.

\nHe continued staring at me, not\nblinking his eyes.

\n\"Can I make it up to you?\nCan I pay to have your boots and motorcycle cleaned?\" I asked.

\n\"My bike will be cleaned\nby my slave boy.\" He said in a controlled voice.

\n\"But what about your\nboots?\" I asked.

\n\"Follow me.\" \n

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\nAnd with that he spun around\nand drove his motorcycle away. I followed him as he rode in front of\nme. His black, leather thigh high chap boots had mud on them, that\nwere now starting to dry.

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\nI followed my dark traveller of\nthe night to a garage for motorcycles. A boy was there waiting on his\nknees. He spoke to him, after he kissed his boots. He walked out of\nthe garage and closed the door behind him. He walked over to me and\nmotioned that I follow him inside a different door. I followed him\ninside a dark room with black walls. The only piece of furniture was\na leather chesterfield style chair. He removed his leather motorcycle\njacket, but left on his scarf. He wore blue jeans. Then, he sat on\nthe leather chair. His eyes gazed into mine. I looked back at him. \n

\nHe pointed to his boots.

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\n\"You splashed mud on my\nboots. You will clean it off,\" he commanded.

\n\"What is your name?\"\nI asked.

\n\"My name is Taranus,\"\nhe answered.

\nTaranus. Who is this man who\nhas such control over people? Like he has control over me now?

\n\"What do I use to clean\nyour boots?\" I asked.

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\nI looked around and saw the\nroom was empty except for the chair he sat on. All I had was what I\nhad on me. I watched his hand reach for my head. He placed his hand\non my head and pushed my face down to his boots.

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\n\"You may use your tongue,\"\nhe said. I knew he meant what he said. \n

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\nI began to feel rather\nhumiliated by the idea of licking Taranus’ boots clean. At the same\ntime, I was becoming very captivated under this man's spell. \n

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\nI asked him, \"Are you a\nMaster?\"

\n\"Yes, I am. I am Master\nTaranus from Australia,\" he replied.

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\nI quickly dropped to my knees\nand licked mud until my mouth was full. I wanted to spit it out.\nAfter this, I began to tongue clean his boots. I cleaned the heel,\nthe toe, the entire top of the boots, and finally the sole. After the\nfirst boot was cleaned, I cleaned the second one, the same way. Then,\nI took off my shirt and began to polish his boots until the leather\nsparkled in the light. He inspected his boots to see if any mud was\nstill stuck on them. Seeing none, he told me to go. \n

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\nI got back into my car, feeling\nhorny an humiliated. I could still taste the mud in my mouth. Master\nTaranus’ mud. My penis grew at the thought of it. I closed my eyes\nand pictured him in my mind. I can remember his face exactly. His\npale, smooth skin. His flashing green eyes. His wavy ash coloured\nhair. My hand found it's way to my penis. Only a few short strokes\nwas all I needed to release the tension I was holding back. I quickly\nwiped my hands on my dirty shirt. I gave one final look at the garage\nwith Master Taranus inside.

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\nI hope I see you again, Master\nTaranus.

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