When I first met Pierre I knew I was in for trouble. When we arrived in the hotel room, he shut the door and immediately ordered me to strip naked. I stood before him, looking down at the floor as he circled me, occasionally poking at me, or ordering me to raise my arms, hold my tits up by my nipples or to bend over. After close inspection and a fingering of every hole, Pierre ordered me on my hands and knees and made me crawl to the bathroom. I willingly did as I was told, and once there, I waited for his command.
"Remain on all fours, you filthy animal and piss on the floor."
After doing so, he approached me and stuck my face into the puddle of piss. His next command was, "Now lick your piss off the bathroom floor, and don't leave anything," as he slapped my ass and watched me go to work.
Once completed, he made me crawl to the bed and remain on all fours. Pierre stripped naked, then shoved a foot in my face with a command for me to lick it. When I had finished licking his feet, he ordered me to kneel as he sat on the edge of the bed with one arm up.
"Lick my armpit, you nasty fat whore." As I did, his arm came down, pressing my tongue and nose into his armpit. He lifted his other arm and said, "you know what to do, whore, DO IT!" I eagerly completed my task, and when done, Pierre leaned over the bed in front of me, ordering me to bring my face to about an inch from his ass. He began to fart, ordering me to breath deeply and to thank him for farting in my face. I did as ordered to, and then my next command came.