Bottes de Vénerie et Cuirs IV

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CwwLHAZ9YVw

Another great vid of Maître Rubber 'N' Leather: He is wearing His superior  Vénerie boots with knee cuff from Embossy, worth more than EUR 400, with a black Leather Shirt, black Leather pants, a Sam Browne Belt, a black Leather tie, RayBan sunglasses and  black leather Spexter Deluxe cap with gold accents perfecting His outfit. Not to mention the riding crop and His 4m long black Leather Bullwhip to force His inferiors on the ground.
Maître admires the flowers around His house, knowing that lowlifes only crave to be under His powerful Leather Boots while He enjoys the beauty of nature! His Leather Cap underlines His superiority that - as He knows - forces inferior beasts to stretch out their tongues to touch and worship the powerful Leather Sole of His Boots. He is amused by His inferiors that crawl on thei front of their body, streching out their tongues to not only lick, but truely worship the Leather Sole. He has established that inferior, lowly being are not allowed to touch His Leather because Leather is something that is reserved for Superior Beings, only. Nevertheless, He also know that lowlife beasts have their desired, and cleaning His Leather sole with their streched-out tongue is something that amuses His.
Maître has five on thei ground with their eyes looking up to Him. He enjoys their adoration because this is the least that they can do for Him. He enjoys that setting, knowing that His webcam broadcast Him and his inferiors around the globe.
He uses His rising crop to highlight the soles of the powerful Hunting Boots made of Leather to the lowlifes crawling under Him. He sees them streching out their tongues to be singled out from the others, to be worthy of putting their tongue under His Leather Boots.
The five servants only wear a white jockstrap and smooth gloves made of cotton that can polish His superior Boots. He sits on a bench: On each side of His Boots, two beasts start polishing the high Leather shaft of His Embossy Boots while one remains right before Him, with its tongue out, eager to await His Manhood.
He is leasured by the four dogs under Him and uses His riding crop to encourage them to polish the shining black Leather even more. Slowly, He release His Manhood for the fifth in front of Him, knowling that this particular servant had just contributed a massive amount of money to His paypal so that He can get more gear to drive His scolars into submission.
The fifth dog opens its mouth to receive His Manhood, and He graps the back of its head for maximum pleasure. He knows that hundreds of subserviants are watching this video on the internet, and sees on His mobile that more and more tributes are getting into His paypal. "This is a nice setting", He thinks for Himself and continues to lead the head of the fifth beast into His manhood, enjoying the professional care that its tongue and throat provides to Him.
He has trained His inferiors to react to His signals. He snippes His fingers, and the five beast under Him start to moan, never leaving the rhythm of their actions. He knows that they have come, and so have all of His viewers. Wet spots appear on their jock-straps, and He knows that the same has occured around the globe to those watching His video. Casually, He picks up His mobile and watches the funds flow into His account. "Nice", He thinks, "this will cover next purchases and beyond!"
Maître gives a sign with His Leather-clad hands, His superior black, powerful gloves, and the four beasts lay down on their back. Maître raises from the bench and steps on the bodies of His inferiors: They moan a bit, but He does not care. He knows that they enjoy the power of His weight, the rough shapes of the Embossy Boots leaving marks on their bodies. He moves His legs, applying more and more pain on the beasts as this is what their live is about: Enduring pain for Him, feeling His power.
Stepping onto the solid ground again, Maître snipps again with His Leather-clad finger, and all five of the servants lay on their stomach on the ground. He fetches the 4m long whip, steps back a bit and starts whipping their backs. The inferior beasts moan and hump the ground, whie His Leather Bullwhip hurts their backs. He knows from experience that more and more funds are being sent into His account from those watching, smiles and hits the whip again.

A valet is a male servant who serves as personal attendant to his employer, a "personal man-servant" to a superior Man. 
Maître Jean, being a superior Man who enjoys being served inferior beasts, has found this lowly being a while ago. He enjoyed being served domestically and sexually by older beasts as this highlights His power and status. The training had taken Him a lot of time, but finally, He had shaped His valet into what He aspired it to be: A fully compliant servant who took care of His household, His gear and His daily needs.
Maître lives in a medium-sized, nice house in a good area of the town. The house has a large garden and all the comfort Maître needs. This is the daily schedule of a Saturday:
The valet sleeps in a small room in the basement of the house. The room does not have any windows, but a metal door that can only be locked from outside to ensure that Maître has His privacy whenever He requires it. The room has a basic bed and a closet that holds its few belongings. Its life is 100% dedicated to Maître. The room is also equipped with a cam so that Maître can check on His valet whenever He desires to do so. The walls of the small room are covered by picture of Maître in His superior Rubber and Leather Gear so that it is reminded 24/7 of who it belongs to.
The alarm clock goes off at 5:30 every day. Immediate, it stands up from its frugal bed and stars its morning exercise to keep its body in shape for Maître. Its body is actually nothing to be proud of, but Maître required it do some exercises in order to keep it healthy. 
Once done, it puts on its uniform for Maître: It consists of a plain white shirt, a jockstrap and sandals. Maître likes to keep His valet to the mere basics of what is required - although He does not want to see its clit or its tits.
The valet quietly opens the door that is not locked on this specific Saturday and moves to the stairs. Maître has left a sheet of paper with a number of tasks that He expects His valet to finish before He gets up later this morning. The list of tasks is quite manageable, and it starts as quietly as possible with those. The last thing it wants to do is to wake up Maître early on a Saturday! The last item on the list reads as this: "I want you to go to My living room, switch on the ipad and look at My videos for 1 hour, boy." This was a very pleasant surprise for the valet because it was allowed to look at the Youtube videos of Maître (and some videos not published there). it know that Maître didn't want it to touch itself: A valet exists to be useful and to provide pleasure to Maître, not to be selfish and itself. Once the tasks are done, it went to its knees in the living room and carefully watched the preloaded videos. its small clit got erected, but it did not touch it, but only watched the videos carefully and focussed its attention to them.
Just a few minuted before the specified time, it made breakfast for Maître and put it on the tray. Carefully to avoid any noise, it went up the stairs to His bedroom, knocked on the door and waited outside. After a minute or so, it heard His voice: "Entrez!" it opened the door, head bowed down, and got to the rght side of the bed in the Master bedroom. Maître laid in there, smiling, and accepted the morning praise: "Maître Jean, please allow this lowly beast to serve You today. Maître, You are its Superior Master, please accept its service for this day." "Hand me over the tea", Maître says, and while putting down the tray on the floor, it hands over the cup of black tea to Maître. He enjoys the breakfast in bed, ignoring the valet for most of the time.
When He has finished the breakfast, Maître gets up from bed, and its vale bows down to Him and kisses His feet. it lays down on the floor, and Maître walks on it towards His bathroom. The valet follows Him and kneels down. Maître shaves His face and steps into the shower, enjoying the warm water - something that the valet never enjoys as its small bathroom in the basement only has cold water. Maître steps out of the shower in all His glory, and valet starts to dry Him with a smooth towel. Carefully, it dries His hair and face, the upper body, then spends quite some time to ensure that His genitals and His back are dry as well. Moving on to His legs and feets - Maître gracefully lifts each of His feet one at a time -, it bows down again and says: "Maître Jean, many thanks for allowing Your beast to service You today."
Maître walks back into His bedroom and waits for His valet to help Him with His clothing. "Today, I'll wear one of the One Man Armada leather pants, a Sam Browne waist belt in black leather with brass hardware, a  Mr Riegillio black uniform short sleeve leather shirt, a  pair of unlined Raber gauntlet horsehide leather gloves, bind the black Leather tie for Me and help Me put on the  Wesco Boss Engineer boots." The valet follows the instructions, fetches the required Leather clothing from the closet and helps Maître to put them on.
As a tradition, the valet lays down again on the floor and allows Maître to walk on its back towards the bedroom door. Maître stops at the top of the stairs while His valet crawls-down the strairs and lays again on its front in the corridor connecting the kitchen with the living room. Maître simply walks on its back towards the living room and sits down, opening His laptop to receive praises from His global stale of servants.
The valet moves up into the bathroom and the bedroom of Maître Jean and cleans everything up. Through the windows, now open, a nice summer breeze enters the house. After a few minutes, the valet walks down the stairs again, bows before Maitre and asks: "Maître Jean, can this lowly beast be of any use to You now?" Maître responds, looking up from the screen: "Have you done the tasks that I assigned to you?" "Oui, Maître". "Bien, then go down into your room and kneel before My pictures."
This was a usual task on Saturdays, and bowing down, the valet went back into its small room in the basement. it knelt down before the pictures on the wall and watched them eagerly. Touching its small clit or tits was clearly out of imagination, and it also knew that Maître might watch it through the webcam. it lost track of time, but suddenly heard the sound of a bell - a sign to go up into the space of Maitre and be of use. 
"Prepare my lunch and serve it in the dinner room", Maître instructed it. The valet had never been a great cook, but it did its best to prepare the lunch that Maître had described in the morning instructions. Trying to please Him as much as possible, it prepared lunch in the kitchen and served it on the dining table. Maître joined it after a few minutes and seemed to enjoy it. "Clean the kitchen, then come to My living room!"
The valet did as instructed and joined the Leather-clad Maître in the living room. Maître was sitting on the comfortable couch, and it bowed-down and went to its knees before Him.
Maître had the laptop on His knees, and it knew that He was chatting to other inferiors. it know that there are a lot of subhuman beasts that worship and adore Him. "Foot-rest", Maître said, and it immediately went to all fours before Him, allowing Him to rest His legs on its back. From experience, it knew that it might need to stay in this position for quite some time, but it was graceful for this honour! There were a lot of beasts out in the wide world that admired Maître Jean, and it was aware of its priviledge to service Him as His personal valet.
This specific afternoon went on white it stayed on all fours, feeling the heavy Wesco Boss Engineer Boots on its back. Of course, it felt uncomfortable from time to time, but reminded itself of the great honour of being in the presence of Maître Jean. Also, it heard the paypal ring tone multiple times, signalling that inferiors from other regions had submitted funds to Maître - this was always a signal that let its little clit twtich. Maître noticed it and said: "Another 2k that I will spend on more Rubber and Leather." He said this in such a casual way because He was so used to this.
Maître lifted His legs and commanded: "Get the polishing gloves and take care of My Wesco Boots!" As soon as it heard this instruction, it went to the closet in the living room, opened it and took out the polishing gloves. Before Maître, it bowed down again and started to polish the long Wesco Boss Engineer Boots for Maître, being careful not to miss any spot. Maître looked satisfied and continued His online conversations with His worshippers around the globe.
"I will be going out tonight. Get down into your room, I will lock the doors in a minute", Maître instructed it. The sun was already going down, and it know that Maître will meet with some of His friends - or even some of His worshippers that are around His place. Obediently, it walks down the stairs to its room and kneels on the floor. After a few minutes, Maître apprears in front of the heavy door and says: "Take the ipad with you. I want you to watch my livestream. Remember that you are not allowed to touch yourself, but to observe only. When was the last time I allowed you to leak?" The valet answered: "Maître, it was 4 month and 18 days again when You allowed it to release the white fluid from its inferior clit."
Maître smiled and said: "Perhaps, you might get a release tonight. Watch My livestream carefully, but remember that I will monitor you with the webcam in your room. I will release you tomorrow morning from your room."
With this, Maître left the room and locked the heavy door from outside. the valet know that there would be no release today, but that Maître would tease it as much as possible. On its knees it went, watching the ipad has Maître left His parking spot with His car and drove down-town. the valet eagerly looked at the screen and didn't dare to touch its clit. Years ago, last time, it dared to touch it, Maître had used one of His bullwhips on its back for more than one hour - an experience that it feared and doesn't want to experience again. Watching the livestream, it saw Maître meeting some of His peers, all clad in Leather, using and abusing another cunt with their whips before fucking and fisting them very hard.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3wxiINHU94

Maître was wearing one of His red and black PVC outfits for meeting some friends (or so the valet imagines). One of the uses of the valet is being the chauffeur to Maître as this evening. The cold, Canadian winter weather was a bit stromy outside, and it had felt released when Maître allowed it to stay in the car instead of waiting outside. Per instructions, it was clad in an old jeans, a plain white t-shirt over which it was allowed to wear an old jacket. No socks allowed, but some old slippers that Maître did not use and longer. Maître had been inside for some hours now, and it expected Him to come back for getting back to His house any minute. Carefully, it watched the door so it was ready to open the door for Maître as soon as He came out. The windows of the car were a bit open to ensure fresh air inside.
When the door opened, it closed the windows immediately and got out, eyes down to the ground, standing and opening the right door of the cars fond.
One Master - this was clear by the outfit He was wearing - accompanied Maître to the car; They said good bye and Maître sar down. The valet hurried to the drivers seat and Maître said: "I want to go home, boy."
The valet started the car and turned on the music Maître prefers to listen to. While the value drove, Maître was silent and seemed to think about the evening. After some serious punishment, it had learnt not to look at Maître, but to focus on its driven. After 20 minutes or so, they arrived at the house. The valet parked the car in front of the door and hurried to open the door for Maître, again its eyes firmly fixed on the floor. Maître went up to the house door, the valet respectfully following behind Him. At the door, Maître opened it with His key and walked in. The valet followed Him, carefully cleaning the slippers on the door mat to avoid any kind of dirt in the house.it closed the door and knelt down, eyes again respectfully to the floor.
Maître instructed: "Prepare a tea and bring it to Me in the living room. Then park the car in the garage and get into your house outfit. Wear the short, heavy rubber gloves."
The valet was very excited by Maître mentioning the heavy rubber gloves - it meant that there would be some more tasks for it before Maître would go to bed. it hurried to prepare the tea and served it to Maître, then did as it was told. 
When it re-entered the living room, it heard some chill music and saw Maître sitting on the couch with His eyes closed. One of the cats was sitting on His lap, purring and enjoying how Maître caressed it with His hands that were covered by those almost elbow-long, black PVC gloves. He seemed to be thinking. As usual, it knelt down on the side next to Maîtres legs that were covered by black PVC, the red Boots.
"Get Me my mobile and the be a good footrest", was the next instruction after a few minutes. it did as Maître instructed and got on all fours before Him. Maître immediately set His Boots on its back and was silent again. The valet, as so many times, lost any sense of time. it thought about the wonderful PVC outfit and heard the PVC rushling from time to time and noted how its clit stiffened in the jockstrap and also leaked a little bit. it knew that Maître liked it when His servants showed their worship and adoration this way. Suddenly Maître said: "I'm sure that there is some dirt on the soles." No further words needed: Maître slightly lifted His Boots and allowed the valet to turn on its back, its face towards the couch. Maître put down His left Boot on the floor and right one on the valets face and mouth. Immediately, it tongue shot out and started cleaning the heavy rubber sole with the high profile that - the valet knows too well - can cause serious pain. Respectfully, the valet used its hands in the heavy rubber gloves to adjust the Boot to continue to the next section of the sole. it noted a smile on Maîtres face when He saw the stiff clit and the slight wet spot. Amused, He used His other Boot to play with it for a second, then focussed again on what He was reading. When the right sole was done, Maître offered His left sole to the valet, and it proceeded carefully in the same way.
"Footrest", Maître said, and the valet switched to the first position again.
After a long while, Maître said: "I want to have a shower." He lifted His legs, and the valet went up into the Master bathroom, preparing everything and waited on its knees. Maître stepped into the bathroom, still fully clothed, and nooded. The valet got up and helped Maître to undress, carefully placing His PVC gear on the side. The valet pulled-down the underwear of Maître and noted that His long, manly cock as a bit raw and wet - it thought that Maître must have had some fun when He was meeting His friends. There had probably been a pleasure slave; this was quite common in His cycle of friends, and it had been allowed multiple time to be in the same room when such things happened. "Maître deserves to be fully serviced", it thought and felt a bit proud to be of use for such a Boss. When Maître was nude and had stepped into the bis shower, He nodded, and the valet joined Him. it started the shower and Maître relaxed. The valet carefully soaped up His Manly body and cleaned His hair and beard. The it got out of the shower, closed the door again and began to dry-up with a small towel. Maître stepped out, and the valet dried Him with a fresh, warmed towel, being careful to make this as pleasant as possible for Him. it helped Maître into His pajamas and house slippers and lay down on the floor on the short way the bathroom door and the Master Bedroom. Maître used its back to walk to bed and laid down in the luxurious sheets. He switched on the reading light and took a book, saying: "you know what to do. Tomorrow will be a regular day for you. I will leave more instructions for you before I leave tomorrow morning."
With this, on its knees, the valet bowed down and said out loud and clear: "Maître Jean, many thanks that this lowly beast was allowed to serve You today. Maître, You are its Superior Master, please have a pleasant night. Maître, please be sure that this lowly beast will think of You this night and is looking forward to serving You tomorrow."
With those words, it crawled to the door and closed it. As silent as possible, it took care of the PVC gear and the Boots, storing them carefully in the dressing room. Then it went down to the living room, cleaned up everything, did a few preparations for the morning and went into its small room in the basement.

On this Saturday afternoon, Maître is wearing His Red Vegan Leather Tracksuit with Nike Air Jordan 1 High Sneaks in red and black with white accents and His matching cap. One of the features of this Tracksuit is that there is a black zipper - contrasting prominently from the Canada-red of the pants with the white stripes at the side - that runs from front to back. 
His valet had done its Saturday tasks: cleaning the house, being His chauffeur for the groceries, taking care of His gear (this actually took most of the Saturday due to the extensive set of Leather, Rubber and Boots of Maître - the all need to be reviewed, cleaned and polished). The valet beast, in its usual clothing of a plain jockstrap and simple sandals, was alreads horned-up from the weekly cleaning of the gear: Being allowed to touch the wonderful gear with its glove-clad hands always causes its little beast clit to stiffen and to leak.
Now it was allowed to join Maître on the terrasse where He sat in His comfortable chair while the valet knelt on the ground and had been invited by Him to watch Him. This was a great honour for it, and its brain always goes crazy in those situations: Despite it being such a lowlife, it was allowed to watch Him, its Superior, its King in all His glory. it was very grateful for this experience and bowed silently down from time to time to show who much it worships and adores Maître.
After some time - Maître was on His mobile - He said: "I will have a slave coming over tonight. you know what this means?" it got even more excited and answered: "Oui, Maître, You will put Your valet beast into its room, door locked, while You enjoy a session. Maître, You deserve to be worshipped and to have fun, this beast is very glad that You allow it to be that close to the action."
Maître smiled. He had, next to the valet room in the basement of His house, a small dungeon that is well equipped with whips, handcuffs, crops and much more instruments of pleasure. Sometimes, when Maître used a lowlife, it could hear parts of the action - except of course when Maître ordered it to use earplugs and to lie on its hard bed. With the camera installed in the valet room, Maître was able to control that it followed the instructions.
"The beast will be here in a few minutes. Go down into your room and get the metal handcuffs #3 from My dungeon. I'll meet you there."
The valet did was ordered and waited on its knees. After a few minutes, Maître came down the stairs - it heard how some to the stairs cracked -, but Maître was not alone. He still wore the same gear and appeared in the door of the valets small room. Looking up to Maître, it noticed another lowlife beast on its knees behind Maître. Maître entered the small valet room and instructed it to lay on its back on the frugal bed. Maître cuffed its hands over its head and smiled. "Enjoy", He said.
With this, He left the valets room, and the other beast followed Him into the dungeon. But Maître didn't close the door - this was quite unusual. Thinking about it, it could only imagine that Maître wanted it to hear what is going on in Hin dungeon. With its hands cuffed above its head, it had no was to pleasure itself, something that Maître was very strict about: lowlifes are not allowed to touch themselves, but only receive the gift of release from Himself.
It didn't even take a minute, and the valet was able to hear sounds from the dungeon: Was this is crop used on the other lowlife? Was the other lowlife being fixed down with chains? Was this the sound of Maître being sucked, or did He fuck the lowlife? What was this sound?
The valets clit was very hard and leaking and leaking into its jockstrap. What a wonderful world: Maître allowed it how He was pleasuring Himself with a fellow worshipper. Was this Maître mourning?
The valet was very aroused and tried to struggle against the cuffs, but nothing was possible. it tried to rub its legs around its clit, but stopped this action as Maître would not approve for this. How much time was gone?
Maître appeared again before the open door, the other lowlife, as far as it could see, had heavy marks on its body. Maître told the fellow slave: "Find yourself out of my house. Go!"
Then Maître turned towards the door, and the valet saw Maître in all His glory. Immediately, it noticed that the Manly and heavy cock of Maître struck straight out from the red tracksuit pants. For a long time, it had not been allowed to see His cock - it usually tried to detect it in Maîtres pants, but seeing it in all the glory - this was really a rare occasion.
Maître walked into the valet room, putting on some thin, black rubber gloves. its eyes fixed on Maître towering over Him, the great Canadian-red Tracksuit with His cock hanging out. The cock being a bit wet all around - Maître must have railed the other lowlife. Maître stood next to the valets head, His massive cock hanging over its face. "Clean", Maître instructed, and the valet opened its mouth immediately. Maître stuck His big, white cock into the beasts mouth, and it began to lick and suckle on it as soon as it reached its lips. What a wonderful tast of cum from Maître, it thought. But this was not the end of it: Maître slightly bowed down and removed the valets clit from the jockstrap with His hands in those thin, black rubber gloves. While Maître further stuck down His magnificent cock down the valets mouth and throat, He slightly touched its clit. The stiff clit reacted immediately, and while the valet beast tasted His cum, it spurred its semen from its small, inferior clit onto the rubber gloves of Maître.
Maître used one of the towels of the beast to clean His rubber hands, smiled and said: "Sleep well. It will be some time until I let you eject again."
With this, Maître turned towards the door, not releasing His valet from the steel handcuffs, and locked the door. The light went out, and the valet lost its mind in adoring Maître.

Qu’est-ce que la définition de la prise de la tétée ? :
La prise de la tétée est une technique consistant à traire dans le but de se nourrir et donc d’obtenir du lait. Nous prendrons comme exemple le veau qui est affamé et qui va se nourrir au pi de son taureau. Cette technique consiste à placer le pi dans la gueule du veau, et il la garde, sans va et vient, juste il tète littéralement comme si c’était le pi d’un taureau. Juste la langue + les lèvres qui bossent avec des mouvements de succion = TRAIRE. La session de traite se fait en mode pacha. On peut considérer la prise de la tétée comme une forme de démonstration d'une générosité de sa part, le besoin de donner, de nourrir l'autre avec une partie de lui et de satisfaire son désir. Et puis il y a l'aspect très oralité de l'acte, un peu comme on nourrit un gamin ou dans mon exemple un petit veau.
Origine de la tétée ? :
Tout mammifère a besoin de se nourrir et de traire, nourrir l'autre est un des grands fondements du lien aux autres ! La traite n’a pas été inventée par l’homme, il s’agit d’une de manière naturelle de se nourrir, c’est un acte élémentaire et alimentaire sans quoi toute vie est impossible. La traite prend fin au bout de quelques années mais nous verrons dans certains cas le veau peut reprendre l’envie de traire. Nous savons que la traite se fait au pi d’une vache, il existe cependant une autre technique qui consiste à traire au pi du taureau. C'est un besoin de partage, de se "donner" au sens propre et figuré, et de donner du bon a l'autre. C'est transmettre un liquide riche en protéine et vitamine, donc faire du bien à l'autre, un acte généreux! Nous pouvons également parler d’allaitement, allaiter est la façon naturelle et physiologique de nourrir son veau, la mouille et le lait du taureau est spécifiquement destiné à la nutrition.
La prise de conscience du veau :
Il faut en prendre conscience et prendre la mesure et la symbolique de ce geste. Il ne s'agit pas là d'une simple nutrition, mais véritablement d'un acte qui permet en premier lieu de vivre via l'absorption de cette matière nutritive, il faut donc faire ça d’une manière appliquée, prendre son temps et sentir l'énergie assimilée à chaque gorgée de cette tétée fertile.
Durée de la traite ?
Certains veaux tètent en 5 mn, d’autres mettent plutôt 30 à 40 min. La tétée doit durer plus d’une heure et peut parfois aller jusque 6h, le veau doit donc se sentir prêt à prendre la tétée longtemps. La session de traite dépend du débit de la mouille et surtout de la qualité de ta succion.
Introduction :

La base de l'allaitement du taureau est que le veau ait une bonne prise du pi. Un veau qui prend bien le pi obtient beaucoup de mouille. Un veau qui prend mal le pi a plus de difficulté à obtenir de la mouille, surtout si la quantité de mouille n'est pas abondante. La production de mouille n'est pas abondante dans les premières heures de la tétée; c'est normal, comme le veut la nature, mais si la prise du pi n'est pas bonne, le veau ne stimule pas non plus la production de mouille. C'est pour cette raison que tant de taureaux "n'ont pas assez de lait". Nous allons étudier dans un premier temps la position idéale pour effectuer ce geste puis nous détaillerons étape par étape les fondamentaux de la prise de la tétée.
Conseils :
Selon notre préférence, on peut utiliser un des moyens suivants pour stimuler le réflexe de production de mouille et de lait :
 Se détendre
 Demander au veau de faire un massage du pi
 Imaginer que son veau est au pi
 Penser à son veau
 Se distraire en faisant autre chose (ex. : regarder la télévision, fumer ou boire)
Première étape : La position (20min) :
Tout d’abord le taureau et le veau doivent échanger et parler de la prise de la tétée. Pour effectuer une bonne traite la position est très importante. Le taureau doit s’installer tranquillement dans le canapé. Du côté de l’accoudoir qui pourra lui servir pour appuyer son coude pour fumer une cigarette ou boire. Il doit garder l’autre bras libre qui pourra lui servir pour diriger son veau. Les jambes doivent être bien écartées pour avoir le maximum de place pour son veau. Elles peuvent être placées chacune sur une table où un tabouret. Une fois sa position idéale trouvée il peut placer son veau face à lui. Menton et front face à lui pour déclencher son fameux réflexe de succion, il peut également caresser sa joue et l’encourager à prendre la tétée. Automatiquement le veau va commencer à traire, il en a très envie. Il est important pour le veau d’écouter son taureau parler de la tétée et d’obéir à ses ordres afin de produire un maximum de mouille. Le veau se place bien face au taureau, dans son axe. La symétrie est la base, le pi bien droit, le veau bien en face entre les cuisses du taureau, le pi à bon angle, pas la tête contre le ventre.
Deuxième étape la prise de la tétée (10 min) :
Après l’étape de la position vient le commencement de la prise de la tétée, Il faut avant tout reconnaître si la tétée est nutritive : le mouvement de succion nutritif est ample et lent. Lorsque la mouille commence à s'écouler, le veau prend la tétée plus lentement et plus profondément en faisant des pauses. C'est un bon signe, cela indique qu’il avale la mouille ! Alors à ce moment-là prise de la tétée commence, petit conseil laisser le veau traire le pi tranquillement afin qu’il trouve lui aussi sa position idéale. Alors la mouille commence à

s’écouler, il se nourrit. Le taureau reste installé bien au fond du canapé, son veau puise dans le pi la mouille dont il a un besoin immédiat pour faire taire sa faim. La traite de ta teub va se poursuivre quatre heures minimum.
Troisième étape la tétée nutritive (4h) :
Comme nous l’avons vu plus haut, la mouille arrive au bout de 10 min environ, mais le veau doit prendre des notes et indiquer à chaque étape, l’arrivée de la mouille, le gout de celle-ci, l’intensité etc... À mesure que la séance de traite se passe, le veau s’habitue à boire davantage, le corps du taureau produira plus de mouille. Après la longue étape de la traite, la mouille sera remplacée par une mouille plus abondante mais tout aussi riche et nutritive. La quantité de mouille produite augmentera alors très rapidement. C’est la « montée laiteuse ». Elle se produit même si le veau ne tète plus. Par la suite, la stimulation du pi est nécessaire pour maintenir la production de mouille et au final du lait.
Dernière étape la nutrition au lait (20 min) :
La montée laiteuse est souvent impressionnante, car le pi peut devenir très gonflé et tendu. Cette situation est parfaitement normale. En effet, la production du lait s’installe et tous les signes s’activent en même temps. C’est le moment de la nutrition du veau. A ce moment-là nutrition du veau va arriver. Le taureau doit sentir sa mâchoire, sa langue bouger et entendre des bruits de succion et de déglutition pendant la prise de la tétée. Au fur et à mesure de la tétée, les déglutitions sont plus espacées et de moins en moins régulières. Le veau avalera la mouille et continuera à téter. Le moment tant attendu arrive et au final le veau ouvre sa bouche, cette étape est celle de la nutrition au lait. Cette dernière phase est la plus importante pour lui, le taureau donne la semence qui le nourrit. Le taureau nourrit son veau et celui-ci tète tranquillement mais tout doucement afin de laisser le lait couler petit à petit, le veau continue à masser lentement et il déglutit chaque goutte pour bien avaler et en réclamer plus
Conclusion :
Ce n’est pas un acte brusque ou trop hard que le taureau fait, c'est un acte qu’il réalise en douceur comme une tétée qui se fait naturellement, pas dans la seule optique de se vider mais avec l'idée de laisser monter tranquillement le lait, de manière normale jusqu'à la "nutrition", tout est dit. Le taureau donne à boire et de la vie à celui qui le boit tranquillement, un acte quasiment d'affection ! Le petit veau qui s’est nourrit, surtout avec ce petit mouvement de succion lent et maitrisé du pi qui permet à la mouille de se produire petit à petit jusqu'à la nutrition finale. Nous avons vu à travers ces étapes que la prise de conscience une traire est une façon totalement normale et naturelle de nourrir. Elle est de la plus haute importance sans quoi toute vie est impossible. Le taureau et le veau peuvent alors échanger et parler de cette prise de la tétée afin d’améliorer cet acte extraordinaire.

Maître had instructed His valet slave to prepare His Maskulo EnForce military style trousers in extra thick olive green polyester with cargo pockets, a matching T-shirt, His  Mil-Tec fingerless tactical black leather gloves with polystyrene knuckles protection with EVA foam cushioning, the Maskulo Armored mask in black polyester and polyurethane, sunglasses ( Pit Viper 2000 Blacking Out polarized sunglasses), a black Leather cap and His 23 cm long leather-look Maskulo Armored gauntlet wristbands in black polyester and polyurethane. To finish it all, Maître choose His 48 cm high Wesco Jobmaster Boots with lacing and the brutal, black sole that had trampled so many slaves.
"Dress Me", Maître instructed His servant valet while standing in His dressing room. The valet rushed on its knees and started to help Maître to dress in His superior gear. When finished, Maître asked: "How do I look, slave?" The valet slave bowed its head and proclaimed: "Maître Jean, You look fantastic, as always, in Your powerful and superior gear. Any lowlife beast will be happy to adore and worship You!"
A quick smile came from lips, and He instructed His valet to be His chauffeur for a video shooting. The valet was allowed a plain white t-shirt, blue jeans and old sneakers. In addition, Maître ordered it to wear some old fingerless gloves that He no longer used.
When they arrived at the location, there were already two slaves on their knees; the camera equippment had already been set up. The valet opened the door for Maître, and the two slaves layed-down on their back for Maître to step ober them towards a wall. The valet got on its knees, bowed its head slightly and observed the video take.
First, Maître walked back and forth before the wall in His full gear. The slaves were eagerly shooting with their cameras from different sides, slightly from below so that Maître was put into a perdect position for worshiping. The valet knew that Maître would share this video with His set of worshippers around the globe, and it looked forward to seeing the result.
Next, there were a few close-ups, focussing on Him stalding tall - giving a bit of a hint of the big bulge in the olive trousers and a special shot of His face, covered by the Leather cap, the mask and the dark sunglasses. Then the focus moved to the powerful gloves. The valet remembered the last time Maître had have to beat up it for not performing some task as instructed. Those gloves were extremely powerful. The blue spots on its body had remained for a few days to remember.
The slaves then filmed a serious of detailed shots of Maître again: His gear-covered face, His well-groomed hair, the t-shirt, the trousers with a focus on the big bulge that was clearly visible inside. 
As a lot of slaves love to see how Maître takes care of His Boots, He polishes those heavy, black Wesco Jobmasters for all to observe. Both slaves layed on the ground to ensure a great video of this action.
Maître wanted a few more shots of His body from below and added some ASMR for excitement, followed by another worship of the camera of His whole body. Maître knows that His servants love this type of video. He knows that they are on their knees when watching it, eagerly working on their clits and obediently writing comments under His videos.
Maître then walked up a few stairs into a small alley with the two slaves following Him. Maître signed His valet to follow as well. Maître sat down on a low wall and had put His Wesco Jobmaster Boots onto a another set of bricks. The two slaves adjusted the cameras and went down on their knees with a soft cloth. The valet knelt at the side and observed the action eagerly. The two slaves polished the Wesco Jobmaster Boots again very carefully, and the valet could see in this faces that they loved being of service to Maître Jean.
Maître then stood up and told the valet slave: "Open My trousers!". With a "Yes, Maître Jean", the valet slave opened the zipper that ran from front to back of the powerful olive trousers. Now it understood why Maître was wearing no underwear - because He usually did so.
The two slaves in front of Maître could not hide their joy when the large tool of Maître that they had only seen under the trousers before emerged and stared at them like a brutal batton stick.
"you", He said and pointed to one of the slaves, "take care of My ass, put your tongue deep into it, I want to feel you. And you give Me the best blow job of your life!"
No further instructions needed. One slave moved behind Maître, slightly spread HIs ass cheeks with HIs hands and dug its tongue into. The other one carefully took the glance into its mouth and continued to work forward until the full cock of Maître Jean was down its throat. They continued with this for a long time - Maître had a lot of stamnia. Finally, He slightly started to fuck the throat and released His semen into it. Not saying a world, the two slaves continued for a few more minutes.
Then Maître ordered the valet to cloth Him up again and left towards the car.
The two slaves knew that they would edit the video, write-up all texts and post it on youtube for Maître.

The valet ordered to dress Maître for Valentines Day: Red 20 hole Steel Ranger Boots, Leather pants and shirt; it was also required to place one pair of the red Leather Police Search Gloves on the dining table, as well as a red and black Leather cap. While lacing the powerful Ranger Boots, it was allowed to present a few roses made of red, blue and black (BLUF colours) to His Boots. Maître expected two friends for this evening, and the valet was instructed to kneel in the corner of the room, being silent and ready for whatever might be asked of it.
Maître Himself opened the door for His friends - They are also clad in BLUF-style - and They sat-down at the table. The valet had a priviledge of listening to their conversation.
Maître: "L1, You brought up an interesting topic recently about why different people fit at different places in the hierarchy."
L1: "Yes, this is a topic that I have thought a lot about recently. Actually, this thinking was triggered by My new slave who I picked up. In one of our conversations, he asked why I am superior to him."
L2: "Isn't this a stupid question? I mean, obviously, there is a hierarchy in the world, we can see it in all social contexts."
L1: "True, but the question was more on the why, i.e. what is the difference between someone at the top versus a beast at the bottom."
Maître: "It is actually interesting that Your slave brought up this question. What is its motivation? Is it unsure of its role?"
L1: "No, I don't think so because it has accepted and interalized the role of an inferior being quite well. Not sure if this is because it has never known anything else than this role or because it actively connects and accepts this role. From what I can tell You after a few months: it is well trained, follows the protocol, and I have the strong sense that it fully apprecates its role."
L2: "This sounds like a good slave! To be honest, I don't care too much about motivation and such things as long as the slave is functional. In the end, We provide them with the opportunity to live what they crave for in real life. they should be more than thankful to Us and take whatever We decide to give them."
Maître: "Yes, L2, I see Your point, and I agree with it. There are so many with submissive tendencies, and only a very few have the opportunity to realize what they crave for. Nevertheless, the question posted by L1 (or His slave) was why there is a hierarchy in principle. What are your thoughts on this?"
L1: "Yes, indeed. Apart from some thoughts derived from nature - I mean those thoughts about preditors and victims that we can clearly observe in nature - the hierarchy might be something that had been planted in our minds just by how societies work. I mean, it's a simple truth that some people are not as skilled as others."
Maître: "I see Your point. You make a bit of a distinction between those that are skilled - by their upbringing, by education, by social conditions. I'm sure that this is part of the answer. Nevertheless, imagine that there is a Man, low-ranking by common measures in society, not having a Harvard-education - would this leave only social conditioning?"
L2: "Well, You raise a very fair point. I have seen a lot of Men at the top of the hierarchy who obviously lack a proper education or who come from a low ranking, if You allow, as measured by traditional social sciences. Nevertheless, those Men are truely at the top of the hierarchy. I don't want to hint to any sort of de-termination which I think is not the case. But could it be that the distinction between Superiors and inferiors is something beyond social science?"
Maître: "You might be right. From My experience, inferiority is driven from an active decision. A decision that carefully weighted both sides of the hierarchy."
L1: "But does this thought does not put Us back to conditioning, that is social etc. behaviours?"
L2: "No, I don't think so. Let's assume that it is a choice. I personally know some inferiors that tried a dominant role in their lifes. But at some point in time, they relealized that they are more happy with the servant role. What are your thoughts about this?"
Maître: "This implied that indeed all Men are created equal. Is this where You are going for?"
L1: "Well, not necessarily. This can also mean that there is somewhat of of a psychological gap between Superiors like Us and inferiors. Where this gap comes from? - Nobody knows, I think."
L2: "Yes, this seems a good model to Me. Why? Because it confirms what We see in the end: There are some bootlickers, and there are some Men push the bootlickers further down in the dust."
The three Masters stopped their conversation at this point, and after a few minutes, Maître said: "Valet slave, get busy on our soles."
The valet crawled under the table and licked the soles of the Boots of the three Masters very eagerly.
Maître: "Point proved"

(Continued)
the valet slave had put on the plain white t-shirt again and hurried up into Maître's dressing room. Maître was still wearing the previous gear and instructed His valet slave: "I want to wear the Barcelona Vintage Biker Saddle pants, the VK79 goat, the Geiger Bull Riding Deerskin Leather Gloves, keep the Sam Browne Belt and change Me to the 51 cm Wesco Big Boss Boots."
The slave valet bowed-down to Maître Jean and prepared the gear. Carefully, it helped Maître to change into the gear that He had ordered. When Maître Jean stood in His boxer shorts before it, a clear bulge visible, Maître said: "Put on your black Latex gloves and lick the precum off my Penis!"
This command excited the valet slave extremely, and it was not shy to show how its clit created a small bulge in its jeans. it put on the Latex gloves, as instructed, and freed the massive tool of Maître Jean from His boxer shorts. Proclaining as instructed ("Maître Jean, many thanks for allowing this lowly beast to serivce You."), it opened its mouth to take care of Maître. Maître had instructed it very well, not to stimulate Him too much, but basically to clean His rod from the precum that covered His 19 cm Penis so that Maître would not waste any of His precious fluid.
When done, the valet slave dressed its Maître. Maître Jean stood high above His beast and said: "I have a duty to perform. Take Me to XYZ. you will be able to watch the torture on your knees. But I don't want to hear any word from you. But take the cam with you, film the action and make sure that you cum on the ground once during the interrogation." Maître casully took one of His whips - a 4m long whip -, a Leather flogger and some more instruments for torture.
With this, the valet slave hurried to get Maître's car in front of His house, opened the door and drove to the location. At the location, it opened the car door for Maître and followed Him, head bowed-down, into the house.
A friend of Maître Jean was sitting on a throne, another, very similar thone next to his own. A naked slave was on the ground - its body had a lot of red marks from a whip. The valet snalve knelt down in one corner of the room and took the cam to record the action. Then it freed its small clit from the jeans and started to stroke it while it started the cam.
Maître stood before the naked slave on the ground and ask the other Master: "Is it already prepared?" The other Master answered: "I whipped it a bit, but it is not fully ready." With this, Maître Jean took a bottle of vodka that stood on a table, inserted a funnel into the slave's ass and put some of the vodka into the slaves ass. This was to intoxicate the slave to make it more willing for the interrogation.
After a few minutes - the two Bosses talked quietly about their days - Maître took the flogger and ordered the slave to present its ass. Being well intoxinated by the alcohol, the slave did as requested.
Without a word, Maître applied 10 heavy strokes on the ass of the slave that turned red immediately. "So what do you have to confess?", Maître Jean asked, and applied another series of strong strong stroked on its ass. 
The valet slave beast was very, very aroused by the Manly and Superior behaviour of Maître and wished - in some dark corner of its perverted brain - to be intoxinated and abused by Maître Jean as well.
"I... I... don't know", the slave said. Immediately, Maître Jean switched to His 4m whip and started to punish the slave before Him. "Please, Boss, it does not know what it did", the slave cried while dark-red marks formed on its back. But Maître Jean continued: "Confess!"
The slave was really struggling from the pain that Maître Jean applied to its back.
"Boss, please stop. it did something that was very wrong, Boss, it jerked its clit to an orgasm. it thought that Master would not notice, but of course He did. Please, Maître Jean, Officer Jean, don't punish it any longer."
The valet slave in the corner, holding the cam and stroking its clit as hard as it could, watched the scene. The valet slave beast noticed how a quick smirk appeared on Maître Jean's beautiful face. "You did what, cunt?", Maître Jean asked in His powerful voice, and the naked slave repeated its confession. Then it added: "Boss, it is very sorry for this. But the natural instinct took over, and it could no resist it."
Maître Jean used the 4m long whip again and again on the slave, the black VK 79 Leather coat highlighting His personalty of an interrogation Officer. Maître Jean started to kick the naked slave with His powerful Wesco Big Boss Boots, hitting its back, its arms and legs and its balls. 
This was too much for the valet slave beast, and it released - as instructed - its subhuman semen on the floor.
But Maître Jean got even more angry and shouted: "you are a worthless piece of shit, a low, subhuman beast. you can not even follow the easiest instructions, but you are only focussed on yourself. I will take you with me and - hell - you will take more punishment."
Maître Jean shouted those words while He whipped and flogged the intoxinated slave under His boots again and again. The slave was now high on the alcohol that Maître Jean had applied to its ass and grabbed for the black Leather Boots of Maître Jean. it lay on its back and guided the powerful Wesco Bis Boss Boots towards its face and cried out: "Please, Maître Jean, punish this cunt. Please, Officer Jean, destroy this worthless piece of shit."
Maître Jean now stood with His full body weight on the slaves body and trampled it with the cruel Rubber soles of His powerful, high Boots, the VK 79 Leather coat being open so that the slave on the ground was able to see His erection. "You are nothing but a worthless piece of shit, cunt, I will take you with me and give you a proper education. Now, lick the cum of My slave valet beast from the ground."
With this, Maître Jean applied the steel handcuffs to the naked slave and kicked to toward to small puddle of cum that His servant had left on the floor. Immediately, it eagerly licked it all, high on the alcohol, and stood fixed in a position on its knees, head bowed down.
The other Leather Boss smiled and looked up from His throne to Maître Jean who was clearly very aroused by the action.
"Valet slave beast, present your hole to Me, I want to fuck you!", Maître said, and the valet beast followed the instruction immediately, handling over the cam to the Boss on the throne.
The valet slave beast was on all its fours and presented its hole to Maître Jean. Maître spat on the beasts hole and aligned His 19 cm, powerful rod, then stuck it into the waiting hole without any further warning. Maître Jean fucked the valet slave hole very powerful and stimulated its prostate heavily with His big and thick cock. Maître Jean reached for the tits of His servant beast and stimulated them with the powerful Raber Gauntlet Gloved. This was too much for the valet beast, and it released more spurts from its small clit on the ground while Maître Jean came in its ass.
"you are not better at all", Maître Jean shouted, "I allowed you to cum once, not more. Wait for your punishment tomorrow, this will be fun!", He said with a wicked smile on His face. The other Boss on His throne laughed about this comment. "Now lick up your mess, I want to go home. Store this other piece of shit in the trunk!"

Maître was excited when a new pair of Boots arrived: Underground 30 Hole Para Steel Cap Boots made from Patent Leather.
The valet slave that had answered the door for the delivery guy brought the packet to Maître immediately and fell down on its knees. "Nice, they got here faster than I thought", He said nodded to the valet slave to open the package. Maître was used to receiving gifts from His set of servants around the globe, but He genuinely liked when a new tribute arrived at His home.
Maître was sitting in His living room, doing some work on His laptop, but put it aside and watched the valet while it was un-packing. The valet wore the white cotton gloves that is usually wore when performing the tasks that Maître ordered it to do. Those gloves ensured that the valet didn't leavy any finger prints on the valuable gear of Maître.
The valet presented the pair of heavy Boots to Maître, and He took them from its hands. He carefully inspected them for any production issues and smiled when He found nothing.
"Put them on Me", Maître instructed, and the valet carefully began to take off the Red Leather Underground Boots that Maître was wearing, and helped Him to put on the new ones. The valet slave carefully laced-up the black Boots, and Maître walked in them a few rounds in His living room.
"Get on your front, I want to test the new Boots!", Maître instructed His valet, and it did as required. Maître stepped on the back of His slave and applied His full body weight on it. This felt like heaven for the valet slave because it was allowed to feel the power of its Boss on its body.
Maître then started to apply more pressure on His valet slave, using the sides of the heavy, black Rubber soles to destroy the light t-shirt that the valet was wearing, tearing it into parts. Maître didn't stop with the t-shirt, but further used the heavy Boots, made of Patent Leather, to leave painful, red marks on the back of His slave. Despite the pain, the valet slave servant felt a wicked enjoyment in this tourture and didn't want it to stop.
But after a while, Maîter stepped down from His slave and stood there, legs slightly opened, above His servant slave. Maître was wearing finger-free Leather Gloves, a plain T-Shirt and blue Jeans.
"On your knees, open your mouth", Maître instructed. The valet slave immediately responded and saw the powerful tool of Maître Jean sticking-out from His jeans. With its mouth open, Maître inserted HIs cock into the slave hole that was offering its service to Him. Slightly correcting the position of the valet slave head, Maître started to fuck the mouth and throat of His slave until He released His creamy sperm into its throat.
"Clean up, then go down into your room and watch playlist number 10. Before this, put on your castity device. I might use you later on."

A true Leather Dog Handler.
Maître Jean loves His dogs to be obedient. Maître Jean knows that dogs are made for obience. Dogs know that they need to crawl beyond its Maîtres feet. Why? Very simly: They are dogs. And dogs are meant to crawl under their MaSSters feet and soles.
The valet slave was pretty drunk upon the instruction of Maître Jean. He had asked His ser vant slave to drink a lot of alkohol, just to ensure that it was out of its mind. Why? Very simply: Maître Jean wants to ensure that its lowlife, subhuman scum slave if intoxinated so that ti cannot claim any sort of responsibility to its own.
Nevertheless, the drunken, intoxinated low-life scum still was able to be bow-down to its Maître, it was still able to acknowledge the superiority of its Boss. Why? Very simply: Boss is above all sub-servant cunts. Boss ruls all of the cunts that only crave to lick the bottom of the  boots, the bottom of the rubber  boots of its BoSS! BoSS is was SSuperior above any of the cunt slaves. This is a fact. 
May SSkinBoSSDan even try to get hold of the sscum sslaves of BoSS Maître Jean - those cuntss will fail because Maître Jean is above all of them. 
Would any of the subservant slaves be willing to submit to SkinBossDan or SkinBossPete? 
No - they would not, simply because those guys are not at the core of what Superiority actually means.
Those guys attempt to  be real.  But reality is that Maître Jean rulzes all of them. Maître Jean is is the core of what inferior fags are looking for.
Arg, shit. what to say????

Maître Jean enters the Japanese Garden in His wonderful Red Mr Riegillo Leather Polo Shirt, the black shorts and His powerful Nike Dunk High Sneakers in black and red.
The valet beast that had been the driver to the Japanese Garden for Maître Jean lays its hands on the rough ground for Maître to step on them. It feel right that the rubber soles of those powerful red and black Nikes force its hands into the ground. 
The surrounding is quite peaceful and relaxed, nobody around. The valet slave enjoys the heavy weight of Otter Boss Jean on its hands, feeling how Maître uses His weight to further crush the hands of His subhuman beast into the dust.
Maître Jean - with a single glance - orders His valet beast to its knees in the midst of the lovely flowers of the garden. The beast observes the decent hint from its Boss and opens its mouth. The valet slave knows that Maître Jean likes to use His servants in public areas - in the end, He is a true Boss who does not need to care about the public.
The valet beast puts on its thin rubber gloves and starts to worship the Nike Dunk Sneaks of Maître, His legs and the crotch area that is covered by those beautiful black shorts.
"Tits out", Maître Jean instructs His beast, and it immediately pulls up its plain white shirt over its tits and offers them to Maître Jean. With His prime sports driving Leather gloves in Red, Maître uses the tits of His servant, squeezes them quite brutally and commands: "Shoot your load between My legs!"
The valet slave immediately offers its tits to Maître Jean for torture while its eyes are focussed on the crotch of its Boss. Maître continues to stimulate the fat, low-life tits of His servant until it ejects its load onto the ground, without touching its small penis, being used to SPH, small penis humilitation. its eyes are focussed all of the time on the massive buldge that is hidden in the black shorts under the red Leather Polo.
When the slave has released its semen onto the ground, another servant appears from the bushes and knees in front of Maître Jean. Boss pulls out His 19 cm rod and offers it to the new servant that immeditaly opens its mouth and throat for penetration. Afer a few minutes, Maître Jean made a sound of satisfaction and released His powerful semen into the mouth of the second slave.
"Kiss", Maître Jean instructioned,"and swallow My Semen, valet!" Without hesitation the valet slave offered its open mouth to the new slave to receive the godly Semen of Boss. Within seconds, the valet beast swallowed the sweet cum of Maître Jean.

Maître instructed its valet slave to be ready to dive Him to an interrogation. He had instructed His slave to prepare His gear before: His short sleeve Police Shirt with His personalized BLULF Badge (#3043), the Langlitz Columbia jacket and breeches made of thick Leather, the Sam Browne waist belt with the shoulder straps, His Dehner Dress Patrol Boots and a Black straw Stratton Campaign Hat with with golden insignia in the front.
The valet slave in its usual uniform waited in front of the car and opened the door to the car fond when Maître Jean stepped out of His house. Maître sat down in the back of the car and said: "Take Me to XYZ."
The valet slave started the car and drove the Boss to the adress. There, it opened the car door for Maître and Maître said: "Park the car properly, then follow Me into the basement."
The valet slave did as instructed. When it entered the house, it was welcomed by another slave and asked to join Maître Jean in the basement. Down the steps, there was an interrogation room with a prisoner sitting with cuffed hands and feet in front of a plain wodden table. Maître Jean was standing in the room. The valet slave got on its knees and looked at the scene.
Maître Jean stood silently in the room and looked down at the prisoner in its orange jump suit whose eyes nervously glanced around the room got stuck on the superior Leather Master standing in there.
"Maître, i didn't do anything wrong", the prisoner started, unsecure and very frightened, obviously. Maître Jean stood in front of the prisoner, calm and not saying a single word. Boss just waited.
"i... i....", the prisoner said with its weak voice. "i was so horny and watched some of Your vids on Youtube. i didn't mean this to be disrespectul to Master because You are friend with Him." The prisoner let its eyes drop to the floor, but ir was clear that they searched for Maître Jean's polished Dehner Dress Patrol Boots.
"Do you want to smoke a cigarette?" Maître Jean asked the prisoner who was like a wreck in front of Him.
"Yes, please, Maître Jean, this would ease me!"
"Wrong answer, boy", Maître Jean said and stuck the package of cigarettes into His Leather Breeches. "So, as I understand, you betrayed your Master?" He asked.
The prisoner in its orange jump suit collapsed: "Yes, Maître Jean, You are so powerful. Your gear is so wonderful, above anything that i have seen in my life."
Maître Jean smiled, but didn't move. He took the powerful, black Police Baton that was attached to those wonderful black Langlitz Breeches made from thick Leather and hit the prisoner on front of Him on its side. This came by surprise to the orange-clad inferior, and it shouted out with pain. "Please, Boss, punish this subhuman cunt!", it shouted.
Maître Jean continued to hit the prisoner with His Police Baton until it fell off the chair and crawled on the floor, only murmuring: "Please, Maître Jean, punish this lowlife beast for its failures. it now understands that You are at the top of the Hierarchy. You are ruling above all of us!"
Maître Jean continued to the organge body on the floor. "Get up and lay your worthless body on the table", Maître Jean instructed the prisoner. 
The valet slave looked up to His Boss who towered over the wrecked prisoner under Him. He released His cock from the Leather Breeches, opened the back of the orange jump suit and started to fuck the prisoner with His big and powerful, 19 cm tool while He continuted to hit it with the Baton.
It must have been very painful to the prisoner to be penetrated by the large tool of Maître Jean who merciless fucked the messed-up beast under Him until He released His Manly sperm into its ass.
A few more hits by the Police Baton, and Maître Jean said: "Obey your Boss going forward. If I need to return, it will be much more hurtful to you. you are a fucking useless piece of shit. Learn to obey the Hierarchy!"
With this, Maître Jean turned to His valet beast, still on its knees. "Clean", He said, and the servant knew what to do.
Back at home, Maître Jean commanded its slave to help Him get dressed in HIs red vegan tracksuit and went into the living room. "Down into your room, cunt, I don't want to see you until tomorrow morning when you perform your usual task to wake Me up."
With His passionate eyes focussed on His valet beast, Maître Jean closed the door and the valet slave did as instructed, full of admiration for Maître Jean.

Maître Jean is walking in a wood, probably an artificial wood with trees that root in well-defined distances. Maître Jean wears Langlitz Leathers with a Leather tie and a Miers Mask. When seeing such a Boss in His Wesco Engineer Boots with Brass Buckles, any inferior servant will get to its knees and will lay-down on the ground, opening its mouth for what the anus of Maître Jean is about to offer to it. Being a toilet of the waste that Maître Jean offers it to swallow is a major incentive!
The eyes, covered by Ray-Ban sunglasses loiking down at the inferior subhuman slaves make the beast shiver: What will Maître Jean, Boss Jean, allow His sernvant to swallow?
The strong, black and Leather Whip indicates to the subhuman servant that it will need to accept whatever Boss Jean will offer to it.
Maître Jean sits down on the servant's mouth, allowing it to please those secoindary lips that Boss offers for worship. The beast wraps its lips around those secondary lips and is ready to swallow whatever erupts from them.
The powerful Wesco Boots are set left and right of its face, and those wonderful secondary lips approach the mouth of the beast. Just like SkinBoss Pete or Skinboss Dan or LucaenBasel, the subhuman servervant opens its mouth to receive the waste of Maître Jean. it sees the whip and the powerful Boots, but cannot do anything but swallow what is coming out of those wonderful lips. it swallws the waste that Boss Jean allows His servant to receive. +
The brown waste is pushed further and further into its mouth while the subhuman servant moans and accepts the gift that Maître Jean provides to it.Swallowing the waste is a big challenge. but Boss Jean help it by saying: "Swallow My waste, it confirms to the world that you are My slave."
With this encouragement, it swallows the brown wast from Boss Jean's anus to please its MaSSter. BoSS is a truely SSuperior BoSS, a MaSSter who ownes this slave cunt. It is a  bit like communion: Maître feeds His subhuman cunt with His waste in oder to show what the hierarchy is. 
Still choking, the subhuman servant swallows the brown gift of Maîre Jean -- and is grateful for this gift.
The long whip punishes the back of the subhuman valet slave while Maître Jean enjoys the view if His truely depraved cunt slave.

This morning, it is raining outside. The valet slave has just finished its early morning tasks and kneels in front of the Master Bedroom on its knees, waiting for Maître to call it in for its morning service. Maître Jean knows that His servant slave is ready in front of the door and opens it - Maître being nude in all His glory. The valet slave keeps its eyes fixed on the ground, kisses the Feet of Maître and proclaims: "Maître Jean, votre esclave est prêt à vous servir." it lay-down on the floor, and Maître Jean walks on its back into His bathroom. The valet slaves follows, on all fours, and waits until Maître has finished His shower, helps Him to dry with a soft towel and remains on its knees. Maître stands in front of His servant and just commands: "Open!". The slave open its mouth and receives the morning piss of Maître Jean.
"It's raining outside, so I want to wear My Onguard Chest Waders with the shoulder-long Rubber Gloves and My shiny black jacket. Help Me with dressing into this gear."
The servant slave immediately rushes into the Dressing Room and prepares the gear: First, it helps Maître Jean with the shiny, black PVC jacket, then the Onguard Chest Waders (no underwear), then the long Rubber Gloves. When finished, it can only bow-down and admire its Boss who stands like a Rubber/PVC God above it.
Down in His Living Room, Maître Jean commands: "Get busy on those Rubber Boots with the Steel Toes, try to make My feet feel this tongue of yours."
The valet slave knows that it will never be able to make His toes feel its tongue, but it does its best, and the Boss smiles down at the effort of His beast servant. How long did this effort take? - The slave lost any sense of time. 
"Get the grease and offer your ass!", was the next command. The valet slave knew what this meant. Quickly, it lost its servant uniform and got on its knees before Maître Jean, presenting its back. Maître Jean used a good amount of grease for both of the long Rubber Gloves and slowly started to insert the fingers into the ass that was presented in obedience before Him. More and more fingers went into the ass hole until His whole, Rubber-covered hand was in His slave. "Show Me how much you like My hand in your ass", was the next command, and the servant slave started to fuck its ass on Maître's hand in its ass. Slowly at first, but gaining more and more speed until Maître's hand was deep in its cunt. The beast continued to fuck its ass on the strong Rubber-Hand of its Boss. "More, I want to see your semen on the floor!"
The valet beast slave did as instructed and enjoyed how the Hand of its Boss stimulated its ass and the hidden glance within it. It didn't take long until its ass firmly gripped the Rubber Glove in its ass and it release its sperm onto the ground. As it knew the drill, it slowly moved forward and allowed the hand to escape its ass. Immediatly, it turned around and licked the white semen from the well-cleaned floor while its Boss watched this action of pure devotion.
"Clean", was the next command. The beast used its tongue to clean the grease off the Rubber Glove and then got something to further clean and re-polish the Rubber.
Maître stepped-out onto His deck, sat down on a chair and watched the rain coming down. 
"I have a few pigs coming over later, get into your cell and be ready to service Me."

Maître Jean is wearing His Terrain Brown Leather Uniform with Damascus Gloves, followed by Raber Gauntlet Leather Gloves, black Wesco Boss Boots, Ray-Ban sunglasses, one of His black Leather ties and a Sam Browne Belt.
The valet cunt slave uses the camera, provided by Boss Jean, to zoom-in the powerful brown (terrain brown) Leather Uniform that Maître Jean is wearing while He is sitting on a high Throne above His slave.
Firstly, His black Damascus Leather Gloves enourage the servant beast to hear the sounds of those gloves touching the skin-tight brown Leather that cause to much attraction to Boss Jean. Boss Jean enjoys the beast hearing the sound of Leather on Leather while its clit streches-out in the chastity device that Maître had forced His valet slaves dick into. Applying close shots of Maître's legs, clad in brown leather, the cunt slave streches out its tongue, but knows that it will never be allowed on the superior Leather that cover the tights of its Boss.
Maître Jean commands: "Enable the live-stream, cunt. I already own your salary and send it to My account once the money arrives."
The valet slaves bows-down, happily with this conrformation, and sets the camera such that the global set of worshippers can adore Maître Jean in all His glory.
The first shot shows the powerful Wesco Boots of Maître Jean from below and focusses on His hands that touch the brown Leather of His Uniform.
The view moves up to His crotch, covered by the strong Brown Leather, showing His hand in the Damascus gloves in black that slightly touch the brown Leather. 
Then the powerful black Rubber soles of the Wesco Boots come into view. The mobile of Boss Jean starts to ring, indicating that some of His slaves started sending funds to Him. Maître Jean smiles when looking at His mobile. What was the contribution to His Gear, less than 2 minutes into the livestream?
The valet cunt sets-down the camera and streches its tongue to lick those powerful soles. Maître Jean s miles and teases the tongue of His life-in servant with those soles; the soles get wet from its mouth, and Maître Jean puts drown those superior Soles onto His slave's tongue. Nothing but pleasuer for the beast slave cunt.
The camera remains on this view: From the bottom, it captures how Boss Jean slightly moves HIs legs, clad in brown Leather, while the black Leather gloves sensually stroke His legs. His legs wide open, He allows His worshippers to get a glance at His magnificent brown crotch covered by brown Leather. His black Gloves continue to stroke this wonderful material so that His worshippers can get crazy upon this. His phone rings a few times, indicating that His lowlife sluts started sending their funds to Him. How much would this be?
Back to the black Rubber soles of those powerful Wesco Boots, and His phone continues to ring. His godly face appears, and there is the sound of four, five, six rings on His phone.
Maître Jean changes from the Damascus gloves to one of His black Raber Gauntlet Leather Gloves, showing them together with those Masterly Ray-Ban sunglasses and the black Leather Muir Cap.
The valet beast cunt tries to set His perfect, bearded Face into a frame with those long Leather Gloves while He adjustes the powerful Gloves on His hands. What would give any subserviant slave to be allowed to touch those hands of BoSS Jean with its lips? His phone continues to ring, indicating more and more contributions from His global set of worshippers.
Then Maître Jean stands-up and allows His servants to get a glimps at His crotch that is covered by the tight brown Leather. How many of them are releasing their semen now while sending more and more cash to the paypal account of Boss Jean? The tension of the lowlife servant that is allowed to film this vide is getting to a maximum.
While filming from below, the valet beast can only shout-out: "Please, Maitre Jean, use and absuse Your cunt as hard as You want to. No limits, Maître Jean, please pimp it to leather bars, abuse it, use it to maximize Your profil, please be its Pimp to drain as much money as You can from it."
Maître Jean smiles and says calmly: "I will do so."
Maître Jean moves such that His brown Leather Ass is shown in all His glory in the livestream. His phone rings and rings and rings - more and more cash being send to His account.
Maître Jean indicates His valet cunt to stop the livestream. Close to CAD 12k have been emtied into His account.
Boss Jean moves forward while the valet cunt extends its tongue as far as possible out of its mouth. Slowly, very slowly, Maître Jean pulls down the brown Leather of His powerful pants, exposing His ass to the willing tongue of His slave. "Eat", is the only instruction that comes from His mouth. And the valet slaves streches out its tongue to touch the light skin of Maître Jean. Boss slowly sity back and offers His ass to the cunt that immediately puts its lips around the hole of Boss Jean, the goal and objective of its live.
Maître Jean slowly sits-down on on the mouth of His slave beast, relaxes and released His brown treasury into its mouth.

Leather in Paris. 
Maître Jean, a true Leather Boss from French-speaking Canada, the Montreal-area, allows Himself to be filmed in Paris, the center of France. 
As always, Maître Jean has His valet servant with Him that is tasked to serve Him under all conditions. His servant is fully dedicated to its Boss to ensure that all servants around the globe worship Him and only Him. 
Maître Jean wears His terrain-brown Leather Uniform, pants and shirt, Damascus Gloves and Wesco Boss Boots. His outfit is sublemented by a Sam Browne Belt and Ray-Ban sunglasses that hide His eyes from the glance of the subserviant slave that adore Him. 
Maître Jean rules above His lowly valet slaves that crave to worship Him - a set of slaves across the globe that stroke their small penesis to tribute their lowly sperm to Maître Jean. 
The brown Leather Shirt, in all the noise that surrounds Maître Jean, shows His Superioririty that forces the inferior cunts to bow their knees under  Boss Jean. He, Boss Jean, forces the inferiors to bend their knees to worship and adore Maître Jean on the balcony. 
The brown Leather invites the slaves to put their inferior hands, clad by cotton gloves, to stimulate those nipples under the brown Leather. This is something that Boss Jean enjoys as it shows the adoration and worship of His slaves. Maître Jean is pushing-out His penis, allowing His servants to capture the head of His most sensitive parts. 
The mouth of those subhuman servants is allowed to enclose the tip of the Leather to allow the frcition required to let His penis ejaculate the fluid that satisfies HIs worshippers.

Maître Jean's Halloween Special. It is amazing how Maître manages to top each year's special by something that is even more erotic, by something that He allows His servants to adore and worship even more.
The valet slave beast woke up in its small room in the basement on Oct 31 this year. it worke up when the door opened and Maître Jean appeared in the door, wearing His Wesco Big Boss Boots with brass buckles, the belt, the Langlitz jacket, those wonderful Leather pants, shirt and tie. What was truely new: The black muoton fur collar attached to His Langlitz Columbia jacket made of black Leather. Fur always excites the servant beast that - when seeing Maître Jean in the light of the door frame - drops immediately to its knees, its face down on the floor, only risking glaces towards the Wesco Big Boss Boots, firmly standing on the ground, the Boots with the matching brass buckles. 
With full fear, the servant valet beast looks up to the face of Maître Jean that is covered by the Leather Executioner Mask that tightly fit to the Head of Maître Jean. The Leather Muir Cap perfectly covers the head of Maître Jean.
The valet servant beast notices the whip, the hand-cuffs and the shiny riding crop that He holds in His hands, threatening the cunt to being an obedient and willing slave: Maître would not hesitate to make use of all three objects of power to enforce His will. Maître Jean  rules above His servants; in fact: Maître Jean rules aboves all inferior beings below Him.
His dark eyes glance down unto His servant beast, some sort of smile forming on His lips that are visible under the black Leather Executioner Mask. 

From last year, the servant beast remembers those Matterhorn Leather Boots combined with the black Leather Apron and the same Leather Executioner mask that is now towering over it. Through its brain, the memories of race how Boss Jean had used His instruments of torture on its body. What will happen this year? Have, again, 265 day passed-by the servant beast that is not allowed a clock or anything to capture time while it is imprisoned in the small basement room that Maître Jean had decided to be its only space? Prisoners are said to loose any sense of time.

"Maître Jean, please use and abuse this lowlife, subhuman slave to Your please", are the only words that can escape its mouth. Maître Jean towers over His slave, silently and looking with amusement.

Maître Jean lets the Riding Crop reach out to His servant below Him. Immediately, it notices the shiny black Leather on the top of the crop that perfectly matches shiny Sam Browne waist belt that Maître choose to wear.

The fur is new. Maître Jean, obviously, likes Leather, the skin of animals. Sometimes, it wonders if the Boss only likes to wear the skin of animals on His skin, or if He sometimes wears Leather made from human skin? This, of course, would be very exclusive, but who would know?
The black Fur around His neck, covering the upper end of His Langlitz Leather jacket, might be from an animal, a fellow being that is allowed to tribute its most precious part to Maître Jean.

"To the dungeon", are the only words that Boss Jean command to His servant beast. And it follows those words in the naket state that it is. Is it Halloween again? The dark music that is played via the loudspeakers indicate this time of the year. The dungeon. the place that the servant valet fears most! Not the dressing room where it is allowed to help Maître Jean to put on His gear. Not His bedroom where it serves as a floor mat on which the Boss steps on. Not the living room in which Maître Jean receives other servants to be of use to Him. No, the dungeon. This very room from which it has heard so many cries of submission from fellow slaves. This room of horror that Maître Jean uses to teach and educate subserviant slaves. A room of torture in red light to further scare any slave that He allows to enter. A room of horror in which anything can happen.

Maître Jean stands in all of His glory above the servant beast valet in the red light. What does the red light mean? - It only demonstrates the superiority of a true Boss, the power of a Man who offers His 19 cm to be worshipped and adored by those lowly cunts that crawl under Him. Maître Boss Jean is a Superior Being who knows that any inferior beast will submit to Him, will be on its back to adore the Master. Maître Jean display His BLUF badge, the badge that identifies His as a member of BLUF, the secret order that order of submission.

The sounds of His instruments of torture are cracking the air while Maître Jaean puts the huncuffs, the riding crop anmd finally the stong whip on a hook on the wands. insturmtnts of torture that the subserviant beaast valet fears because those instuments can hurt it severely.
The badge allows the inferior to intentify Maître Jean by His number, but is can only be proud to offer its body to the punishment that Boss Jean allows it to receive.
Those gunlet Leather Gloves made of horsehide Leather to accept the punishment that Boss Jean allows His inferior to receive: Grapping ints face, its whole beast body to aloows true worship and adoration. the smell of the Leather enters the sensitive nouse of the valet slave who knows that another beast will be under those superior Boots from Maître Jean, those powerful Wesco Boots with brass buckles that perfectly match the rest of His uniform:
The other, unknown slave crawls into the dungeon. What will it look like? What will it's reaction be towards such an superior MaSSter?
Maître shows His Padded Back to the inferiors. Allowing them to worship and adore the back of His Leathers. But what will be the result? - There is only one result from any inferior being: To bend down on their knees and to worship Maître Jean, the Superior BoSS who rulzes above all of them them! Nothing else is what the subserviant beasts can think of: Pure Adoration and pure worship of Maître Jean. This is what He acknowleges, this is that He deserves: total doration and total worship!
The whips are cracking under His Gauntlet Gloved hands. Only engourarging the slave to submit ifselfes under the power of Boss Jean.
it can hear the power of the Leather Gloves while it pushes its face down on the ground to allow Maître Jean to punish it. to acknowledge its inferiority to Maître Jean who rulesz the world.

The face of Maître Jean appeas above the subserviant beast slave, a slight slame on His mouth, while He applies the ridind crop and the whip on the body of His slave. The slave releases a souhnd of passion and adoration while it is offering its back of Maître Jean.

The red face of Maître Jean, red due to the lightlying of the scene - the red lightning of the scene allows to punish the subserviant beast slave to worship and adore Maître Jean that it does- Down in the dungeon, it accepts the power of Maître Jean and connot do anything but worship and adore its Maître.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RdwV3mSYd-4

As the beast opens its eyes, Maître Jean offers it vodka again, aiming to keep it as willing as possible. 
The servant cunt recognizes those Musculo olive-coloured pants, the Alpha jacket and the Mining Boots with the heavy, steel-enhanced soles.
While the cunt gets on all of its fours, Maître closes the cuffs with His padded Leather-clad gloves behind its back. Maître Jean is gentle, but at the same time very determined to cuff His servant. Helping it on its knees, Boss Jean opens His pants to allow His 19 cm rod to swing in front of the cunt.
"Please, Maître Jean, please", are the only words that escape its mouth. 
"Go down on it, deep into your throat", are the only words that Boss Jean says. 
Obediently, the servant beast opens its mouth and relaxes its throat at the same time. Maître Jean offer His slave His glance to be worshipped. How long does the massive head fill its mouth?
Then, very slowly, but systematically, Boss Jean pushes His rod down the throat of His slave. He enjoys every move and grunts with His low voice. 
When the slave feels His pubes tickling its nose, it remains in this position and allows Maître Jean to slowly fuck its throat. Those 19 cm are nothing compared to the small penis (sph) that is can offer itself, but this is not important all all: All what counts it to provide as much pleasure as possible to the Boss who enjoys the muscles enclosing His penis.
How long does the Boss use its mouth and throat? - The cunt has lost all sense of time. But suddenly, feels how the rod tightens and sends so many spurts down its throat.
"On your back!" is the only command after a few seconds. The cunt obeys immediately and feels the heavy solves of the mining boots torturing its body.
The next morning, the slave servants awakes in its tiny room in the basement, steel chains security its legs and arms. No other sound.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FTMHN6qdov4

The valet beast was ordered into living room of Maître Jean; ir was ordered to wait on its knees, its back to the door. 
Suddenly, the sound of powerful boots fill the air. The servant, wearing its slave uniform that consists just of a white jock strap, exposing its inferior, fat body fully to the Boss, starts to leak precum from its clit, full of excitement. It keeps its head bowed-down to the ground, knowing that it is not worthy of looking-up to its Boss. The sound of the magnificent Boots comes closer and closer.
A pair of Pratt & Hart thin leather police search gloves graps its tits from behind and squeezes them. What an erotic feeling: Boss uses His Leather-clad hands to stimulate the cunt that keeps its eyes on the floor in front of it, not daring to look up.
"You like this, cunt, don't you?" Maître Jean asks, and nothing but a moan escapes the throat of the slave. Maître Jean enjoys to use His cunt - what more could any inferior beast hope of?
"Turn around and look at Me", Maître Jean commands. The cunt obeys immedately, looking at Maître Jean who wears His light blue NYPD Leather Shirt with the personalized personalized metallic badge to identify Him as member BLUF 3043 of the Montreal chapter, "Rubber 'N' Leather" by name. The cunt observes that Maître Jean is wearing a  black leather Muir cap and a pair of Ray-Ban aviator sunglasses that underline His superiority. 
The cunt's clit leak massive amounts of precum because it cannot do anything but being aroused by the superiority of its Boss. He smiles down at His beast, adjusting the badge to rightly display, using His Leather-clad hands for this purpose. The light-blue Leahter shirt perfectly matches His dark sun-glasses that hise His eyes so that the cunt can only guess if it is pleasing its Boss.
Looking-up to see the Leather Muir Cap and those wounderful, dark sunglasses that hide the eyes of Maitre Jean, He grabs behing Him and shows a bottle of Vodka. "Yeah", the cunt thinks, "Maître Jean wants His slave to be without limits!" While the cunt still realises those thoughts, it lowers its head and hightens its back. "Please, Boss, fill the ass of Your cunt with Vodka to make even more obedient to Your will!"
Doing so, Maître Jean inserts the nozzle of the Vodka bottle into His servants cunts, puring the 40%+ vodka into its cunt. The cunt grunts with pleasure, and its only thoughts are about serving Maître Jean to all its will. Not that this would have been required to show its submission. This was merely a sign of compliance and submission to show that Boss owned this cunt.
It didn't take a long time to show the effect: The cunt offered its face to Maître Jean to hit it hard. Maître Jean hit its face with full force, leaving red marks on its face. 
"On your back", Maître said, and the servant cunt obeyed immediately.  Boss towered over His cunt, displaying His massive 19 cm Bulge in those Bruthal Bulge black leather pants that the cunt obeyed so much. 
But then happened what the cunt had hped for: The black tie leather Wesco Boss Engineer boots moved over its face left their marks on the cunt's face. Again and again, Maître Jean poushed down those high Wesco Boots on the cunt's face, marking it with His Superiority: The tongue of the slave eagerly tried to catch the soles of those Boots, those Wesco Boots that so powerfully forced it into submission.
The black Leather buldge lowered on its face, but the cunt was smart enough to know that no salvia was allowed on it. it waited until Maître Jean opened the zipper to release His massive cock, the cunt wrecker that had been swallowed by so many throats. Maître Jean chose the right ankle to drive His rod into the thraot of His cunt, enjoying the feeling of the muscles tightening around His cock. 
The valet beast offered its thraot to Maître Jean because it knew that He was its Boss, and its only obligation was to provide as much pleasure as possible to Boss Jean.
Maître Jean enjoyed the feeling of the tight throat wrapping on His powerful rod, and kept it way down the throat pipe that the inferior was offering willingly to Him. A few thrusts, and the 19 cm rod released its white sperm into the throat of the cunt.
Swallowing the gift, it, the inferior cunt, looked briefly up to the face of Maître Jean, but immediately noffered its back to the powerful soles. Boss hurt the back of the slave severely while enjoying the aftermath of His orgasm. The powerful rubber soles of those Wesco Boots left their marks on the body of the beast. "Praise and glory to Maître Jean, escpted the mouth of the inferior beast. "Maître Jean rulz the world. All inferiors should adore and worship Him!"
With those words, the Boss chained His servant to the locks in its small skave dungeon and closed te doors.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HjfqbAcT7eg

 Chippewa Engineer high shines boots combined with a VK79 Leather Coat - what else could an inferior faggot slave hope for?
The Christmas Tree enlightens the dark world that any of those subserviant slaes crave for. Those red Leather gloves do nothing but encourage the slaves to stick-out their tongues, although they know that the Leather that Maître Jean wears is sacrocant to them: they are not to allowed that their spit touches the perfect Leather of Maître Jean. Nevertheless, they stick-ut their tongues in to hope of being allowed to feel the Leather on the tip of their tongues.
they do not are to hope for feeling any of the Superior Leather, but nevertheless thy hope that Maître Jean allows them to feel His superior Leather. 
Red Leather that fills a glass with champainge, allow subserviant slaves to listen to His superior voice.

 Boss RedZnSneaks had ordered the cunt to His home. As always, it had to bring two big 30 EUR packs of RED with it: one for the Boss, the other for the cunt. Obediently, the cunt knelt in front of His door and waited for Boss to appear. In each hand, it held one RedZ pack, present them to Boss. 

 Then door opened: Boss stood tall and powerful in the door frame, smoking RedZ and smiling down on His cunt. Boss was wearing His new Balenciaga X3 with those super-wide soles and His black Adidas Chile Trackie. „There you are cunt, kiss My Sneaks!“ 

With those words, He turned around and offered the extremely wide soles of His Balenciaga to the cunt. Immediately, the cunt threw its face into the powerful soles: The cunt used its tongue to apply as much pressure as possible on those blue soles with the nobs and the white highlights.It only hoped that Boss was able to feel how eager the cunt was! Full of passion, it closed its eyes and enjoyed the smell and feeling of Power that the Balenciaga X3 presented to the world. How could any cunt be more happy? 

„Crawl behind Me“, Boss said, and the cunt followed. On its fours, the cunt followed into Boss apartment and noticed the strong smell of smoke. Was this smoke in the air? Or war it coming from those powerful black Adidas Chile? Probably both. 

Boss sat down on His high chair, opening the 30 EUR REDZ pack. He smiled down to the cunt: „Do you like what you see?“ 

„Yes, Boss“, the cunt answered, its face towards the ground. „Boss, please Your slave cunt service You.“ 

„You may proceed“, Boss said while taking out His mobile and opening some video; the cunt could hear the sound of the smoking porn that Boss was watching: moaning and how smoke was inhaled deeply. 

While listening to the sounds of the video that Boss was watching, the cunt kisseing and licking the wide soles of the magnificent Balenciaga sneaks: The tongue of the cunt was basically lapping up-and-down the upside of the sneaks. 

The cunt heard Boss smoking one REDZ after another. Its lunges tried to inhale as much of the REDZ smoke as possible, but the dosis of nicotine and teer was just too low. The cunt was not aware of what it was saying, but suddently heart itself begging Boss: „Please, Boss, give Your slave cunt something to smoke, please Boss!“ 

Boss smiled down at the cunt that had raised its face upwards to Boss. While looking up, the slave cunt saw the massive Boss bulge in the black Adidas Chile that Boss casually stroked. 

„Open your cunt mouth!“ Boss said, and the cunt obeyed. For three more REDZ, Boss used the cunt’s mouth as an ashtray. Each time, the cunt felt more ash being dropped on its tongue, it said: „Many thanks, Boss, but please give nicotine and teer to Your cunt.“ 

Boss reached to His right and presented a gas mask to the cunt: „Put it on your worthless face, cunt“, Boss said. The cunt did as requested very quickly. Then Boss stood up from the high chair and casually reached out to a small table: Boss put on a black mask. Boss laid-down on a bed, looking at the cunt through the small openings of the black mask, matching the black of His Adidas Chile: „Light the RED for Me“, He said. Immediately, the cunt used the lighter so that Boss could smoke another RED from the 30 EUR pack. 

Boss fetched the hose of the gas mask and started to exhale the heavy REDZ smoke into the hose. The pupils of the cunt opened wide while is sucked in eagerly the heavy smoke from the gas mask into its lungs. „Keep sucking, cunt, this is all that you will get today!“ Boss said. 

With this, Boss took out His Boss Cock from the black Adidas Chile trackie and started to jerk off. The cunt lost any sense of time, but only eagerly sucked all of the smoke that Boss was pushing-down the hose of the gas mask. It wanted more, but it realized, that Boss would not give anything more. The cunt’s cock got more and more erected, inhaling the smoke from the lungs of Boss. Suddently, it felt how Boss started to stimulate the cock of the cunt with those wide-soled Balenciaga. 

The Boss surprised the cunt: He took a double holder, put two REDZ into it and started to smoke them, exhaling what His lungs into the hose of the gas mask that was fixed on the cunts head. 

„More, please Boss, more“, the cunt said under the gas mask. Boss only smiled while blowing His lungs into the hose of the gas mask. 

„Don’t you like those wide soles of My Balenciaga?“ Boss asked? 

No further orders needed: The cunt pressed the gas mask against the blue and white soles of the Balenciaga while Boss laid on the bed. Was there some sort of smile behind Boss black mask? 

„Boi, take the mask off“, Boss said with authority. „I want to feel your tongue on My feet, go!“ 

The cunt followed the instructions and pressed its tongue against the wide soles of the Balenciaga that rested on the bed. The only thing it could see was how Boss was smoking two more REDZ from the double holder, smiling, while He released His Boss cock from the black Adidas Chile. Boss was still wearing His black mask. 

„Get between My legs!“, Boss ordered. The cunt followed His instructions. Boss raised His upper body, taking a deep draw from the double holder with two REDS, and exhaled the smoke into the cunt’s face. Eagerly, the cunt tried to inhale as much of the smoke as possible. Its lungs craved for more nicotine, but this was everything that Boss allowed the cunt to enjoy. 

Boss released His Boss Cock from the black Adidas Chile and used His legs to draw the cunt closer to His Boss Cock that He was jerking off, right in front of the cunt’s face. 

„Open!“, Boss said. And the cunt understood: it opened its mouth cunt and streched out its tongue. Boss continued to stroke His Boss Cock while smoking the double REDZ from the holder. The cunt could only see the eyes of Boss that were fixed on the cunt between His legs. 

„Open and swallow“, Boss said. The cunt followed the instructions and suddently, the white cum of Boss RedZnSneakers sprew onto the cunt’s tongue. „Swallow“, Boss said, very excited. And the cunt very eagerly swallowed the white cum that Boss allows it to receive. „Many thanks, Boss, many thanks“, the cunt said. 

„Down on My Balenciaga!“, Boss instructed. Like a robot, the cunt switched to the blue and white soles of those wide Balenciaga on Boss’ feet. 

Boss took off His mask, lit another REDZ and stood up while the cunt slid on the floor: „Boi, you did a reasonably good job today. Stay on your knees!“ 

Then Boss lit two more REDZ: One for Himself, another for the cunt. Boss pushed the REDZ for the cunt into its mouth: „Enjoy, cunt!“ 

In silence, they both smoked their REDZ. When Boss finished His REDZ, He said: „Now get out, I might call you again to pleasure Me.“ 

Balenciaga, breite Sohlen, endlose RedZ und ein schwarzer Adidas Chile
 
 Boss RedZnSneaks hatte die Fotze zu sich nach Hause bestellt. Wie immer musste sie zwei große 30-Euro-Packungen RED mitbringen: eine für den Boss, die andere für die Fotze. Gehorsam kniete die Fotze vor Seiner Tür nieder und wartete darauf, dass der Boss erschien. In jeder Hand hielt sie eine Packung RedZ, um sie dem Boss darzubieten.
 Dann öffnete sich die Tür: Der Boss stand groß und mächtig im Türrahmen, rauchte eine RedZ und lächelte auf Seine Fotze herab. Der Boss trug Seine neuen Balenciaga X3 mit diesen extrem breiten Sohlen sowie Seinen schwarzen Adidas Chile Trainingsanzug. „Da bist du ja, Fotze – küss Meine Sneaks!“
 
 Mit diesen Worten drehte Er sich um und hielt der Fotze die extrem breiten Sohlen Seiner Balenciaga hin. Sofort vergrub die Fotze ihr Gesicht in den wuchtigen Sohlen: Sie nutzte ihre Zunge, um so viel Druck wie möglich auf die blauen Sohlen mit den Noppen und den weißen Akzenten auszuüben. Sie hoffte inständig, dass der Boss spüren konnte, wie eifrig Seine Fotze war! Voller Leidenschaft schloss sie die Augen und genoss den Geruch und das Gefühl der Macht, das die Balenciaga X3 der Welt präsentierten. Wie könnte eine Fotze glücklicher sein?
 „Kriech mir hinterher“, sagte der Boss, und die Fotze folgte. Auf allen vieren folgte die Fotze dem Boss in Seine Wohnung und bemerkte den starken Rauchgeruch. War es der Rauch in der Luft? Oder ging er von den wuchtigen schwarzen Adidas Chile aus? Wahrscheinlich beides.
 Der Boss setzte sich auf Seinen hohen Stuhl und öffnete die 30-Euro-Packung RedZ. Er lächelte auf die Fotze herab: „Gefällt dir, was du siehst?“
 „Ja, Boss“, antwortete die Fotze, das Gesicht zum Boden gerichtet. „Boss, bitte erlauben Sie Ihrer Sklavenfotze, Ihnen zu Diensten zu sein.“
 „Du darfst beginnen“, sagte der Boss, während Er Sein Handy hervorholte und ein Video öffnete; die Fotze konnte die Geräusche des Raucher-Pornos hören, den der Boss sich ansah: Stöhnen und das Geräusch tiefen Inhalierens. Während es den Geräuschen aus dem Video lauschte, das Boss gerade ansah – dem Küssen und Lecken der breiten Sohlen der prachtvollen Balenciaga-Sneaker –, fuhr die Zunge der Fotze immer wieder an der Oberseite der Schuhe auf und ab.
 Die Fotze hörte, wie Boss eine „REDZ“ nach der anderen rauchte. Ihre Lungen versuchten, so viel wie möglich von dem „REDZ“-Rauch einzuatmen, doch die Dosis an Nikotin und Teer war einfach zu gering. Die Fotze war sich dessen, was sie da sagte, gar nicht bewusst; doch plötzlich hörte sie sich selbst zu Boss flehen: „Bitte, Boss, gib Deiner Sklavenfotze etwas zu rauchen – bitte, Boss!“
 Boss lächelte auf die Fotze herab, die ihr Gesicht zu Ihm emporgerichtet hatte. Beim Hinaufblicken erblickte die Sklavenfotze die massive Beule von Boss in Seiner schwarzen Adidas-Chile-Hose – eine Beule, die Boss ganz lässig streichelte.
 „Mach dein Fotzenmaul auf!“, befahl Boss, und die Fotze gehorchte. Für drei weitere „REDZ“ benutzte Boss das Maul der Fotze als Aschenbecher. Jedes Mal, wenn die Fotze spürte, wie Asche auf ihre Zunge fiel, sagte sie: „Vielen Dank, Boss; doch bitte gib Deiner Fotze auch etwas von dem Nikotin und Teer ab.“
 Boss griff nach rechts und hielt der Fotze eine Gasmaske hin. „Setz dir das Ding auf dein wertloses Gesicht, du Fotze!“, sagte Boss. Die Fotze tat dies unverzüglich. Dann erhob sich Boss von Seinem Hochstuhl und griff lässig nach einem kleinen Tischchen: Boss setzte sich eine schwarze Maske auf. Er legte sich auf ein Bett und blickte durch die schmalen Sehschlitze der schwarzen Maske – deren Schwarz perfekt zu Seiner Adidas-Chile-Hose passte – auf die Fotze hinab. „Zünd mir die ‚RED‘ an!“, befahl Er. Sofort betätigte die Fotze das Feuerzeug, damit Boss eine weitere „RED“ aus der 30-Euro-Schachtel rauchen konnte.
 Boss nahm den Schlauch der Gasmaske zur Hand und begann, den schweren „REDZ“-Rauch hineinzublasen. Die Pupillen der Fotze weiteten sich, während sie gierig den dichten Rauch aus der Gasmaske in ihre Lungen sog. „Saugen, du Fotze! Das ist alles, was du heute noch kriegen wirst!“, sagte Boss.
 In diesem Moment zog Boss Seinen Boss-Schwanz aus der schwarzen Adidas-Chile-Jogginghose und begann, sich einen runterzuholen. Die Fotze verlor jegliches Zeitgefühl; sie konzentrierte sich einzig und allein darauf, gierig all den Rauch einzusaugen, den Boss durch den Schlauch der Gasmaske hinunterdrückte. Es verlangte nach mehr, doch ihm wurde klar, dass der Boss nichts Weiteres geben würde. Der Schwanz der Hure wurde immer steifer, während er den Rauch inhalierte, der aus den Lungen des Bosses kam. Plötzlich spürte es, wie der Boss begann, den Schwanz der Hure mit jenen breitsohligen Balenciagas zu stimulieren.
 Der Boss überraschte die Hure: Er nahm einen Doppelhalter, steckte zwei „REDZ“ hinein und begann, sie zu rauchen, wobei er den Rauch aus seinen Lungen in den Schlauch der Gasmaske blies, die auf dem Kopf der Hure befestigt war.
 „Mehr, bitte Boss, mehr“, sagte die Hure unter der Gasmaske hervor. Der Boss lächelte nur, während er den Rauch aus seinen Lungen in den Schlauch der Gasmaske blies.
 „Gefallen dir diese breiten Sohlen Meiner Balenciagas nicht?“, fragte der Boss.
 Keine weiteren Befehle nötig: Die Hure presste die Gasmaske gegen die blau-weißen Sohlen der Balenciagas, während der Boss auf dem Bett lag. Lag wohl eine Art Lächeln hinter der schwarzen Maske des Bosses?
 „Junge, nimm die Maske ab“, sagte der Boss mit Autorität. „Ich will deine Zunge auf Meinen Füßen spüren – los!“
 Die Hure befolgte die Anweisung und presste ihre Zunge gegen die breiten Sohlen der Balenciagas, die auf dem Bett ruhten. Das Einzige, was sie sehen konnte, war, wie der Boss lächelnd zwei weitere „REDZ“ aus dem Doppelhalter rauchte, während er den Rauch ausstieß. 

Boss zog seinen Boss-Schwanz aus der schwarzen Adidas-Chile-Hose. Boss trug immer noch seine schwarze Maske.
 „Komm zwischen meine Beine!“, befahl Boss. Die Fotze befolgte seine Anweisungen. Boss richtete seinen Oberkörper auf, nahm einen tiefen Zug aus dem Doppelhalter mit zwei „Reds“ und blies den Rauch der Fotze direkt ins Gesicht. Begierig versuchte die Fotze, so viel wie möglich von dem Rauch einzuatmen. Ihre Lungen gierten nach mehr Nikotin, doch dies war alles, was Boss der Fotze zu genießen erlaubte.
 Boss befreite seinen Boss-Schwanz aus der schwarzen Adidas-Chile und nutzte seine Beine, um die Fotze näher an seinen Boss-Schwanz heranzuziehen – jenen Schwanz, den er sich nun direkt vor dem Gesicht der Fotze wichste.
 „Aufmachen!“, sagte Boss. Und die Fotze verstand: Sie öffnete ihr Fotzenmaul und streckte die Zunge heraus. Boss strich sich weiterhin über seinen Boss-Schwanz, während er die doppelten „Reds“ aus dem Halter rauchte. Die Fotze konnte lediglich Boss’ Augen sehen, die fest auf sie gerichtet waren, während sie zwischen seinen Beinen hockte.
 „Aufmachen und schlucken“, sagte Boss. Die Fotze befolgte die Anweisung, und plötzlich spritzte das weiße Sperma von Boss RedZnSneakers auf die Zunge der Fotze. „Schlucken!“, sagte Boss, voller Erregung. Und die Fotze schluckte voller Eifer das weiße Sperma hinunter, das Boss ihr zu empfangen gestattete. „Vielen Dank, Boss, vielen Dank“, sagte die Fotze.
 „Runter zu meinen Balenciagas!“, wies Boss an. Wie ein Roboter verlagerte die Fotze ihre Aufmerksamkeit auf die blau-weißen Sohlen jener klobigen Balenciaga-Sneaker an Boss’ Füßen.
 
 Boss nahm seine Maske ab, zündete sich eine weitere „Red“ an und erhob sich, während die Fotze auf dem Boden entlangrutschte: „Junge, du hast heute ganz ordentliche Arbeit geleistet. Bleib auf den Knien!“
 Dann zündete Boss zwei weitere „Reds“ an: eine für sich selbst, eine weitere für die Fotze. Boss schob der Fotze die Zigarette ins Maul: „Genieß es, du Fotze!“
 
 Schweigend rauchten beide ihre „Reds“. Als Boss seine Zigarette aufgeraucht hatte, sagte er: „Und jetzt raus hier! Vielleicht rufe ich dich wieder, damit du mir zu Diensten bist.“ "they're doing well, 14 strokes in the first few minutes..."
" The heavy, powerful tread of Wesco boots imprints itself on the beast's brain." And Maître Jean sais: " These Wesco Boss boots aren't just any shade of brown, but more precisely redwood, a unique color akin to rust. It's somewhere between brown, red, and orange. It's a color that's sometimes difficult to describe. These boots are no less powerful than the black Wesco Boss boots. The model name says it all: Boss. Boots designed to be worn by a decision-maker, a leader, a boss, an owner; in this case, a Master who owns, uses, and controls a slave. If the slave doesn't respect, venerate, and properly serve his Master's boots, he will feel their power. He risks experiencing the bite of the powerful Vibram soles and the thick heel on his lower skin. Indeed, the slave's tongue will be used to clean the soles and dislodge any objects that might have become lodged in the crevices. Not a single drop of saliva will be tolerated on the leather of these powerful Chief's boots."
Maître Jean fully describes the value of His Redwood Boots to His cunts, to those that worship and adore Him