‘Slave.’
‘Come here.’
I walk into His study. “Yes, Sir?”
‘Get under the desk.’
Instantly aroused, I get down and crawl under the desk. Snapshots of our last “moment” with me under the desk flash through my mind. His foot on the side of my face as He masturbated to porn. His other foot in my mouth. My tongue flicking softly against His toe. Panting breaths. Drool. The dripping wetness between my thighs that I so desperately wanted to touch but didn’t dare. Scooping His cum with my fingers, from a cup that He had deposited it in. The conversation afterwards asking if I was allowed to play with myself in moments like those… and Him saying, yes…
As soon as I’m under the desk He tells me to spread my legs open and begin playing with myself. There’s that feeling that wells up in my belly. That one that leads me to do filthy things… and love it. I smile as my fingers slide down to confirm what I already knew, and begin to work their magic. When His foot slides between my legs I can’t help but stare at it, ever so slightly touching my cunt. Taunting. I imagine humping it… the humiliation… the degradation, of rubbing myself on His leg like a dog. I desperately want to ask if I can, but instead lean my face against His thigh.
Sometimes I feel like I’m so turned on it’s overwhelming… too much. Like I go beyond the possibility of orgasm. This is one of those moments. Finally faced with a fantasy I didn’t realise I had or would ever actually experience, a part of me is unable to believe it’s actually happening. How could He have known? It’s moments like these that I see glimpses of how alike we are in our depravity. Yin and Yang.
He pulls out His cock and begins working it. Fast. He’s turned on. I love when He’s so horny. He reaches down and grabs my hair, hard, and pulls me through the space between Himself and the desk.
‘Suck My Cock. And keep playing with yourself.’
Worshipping His cock is so easy for me, because it is glorious. It truly does feel like a privilege every time He allows me to suck it. I never expected to hear myself say that. I’ve always loved men’s cocks, and worship had been a part of my subservience from the moment I discovered it. However, I had never experienced that feeling of it being a privilege before… this has developed in recent times.
At this angle it’s difficult for me to get air because it automatically restricts my airway despite not even being that deep in my throat. Over time I have come to choose His cock over air, so I simply don’t breathe, until I have to, which of course heightens my sensitivity and arousal. Eventually I find a rhythm that allows for small gasps and expulsions.
Pushing me back under the desk, He tells me to lick His balls. Letting go into the moment, I lick and suck His balls like life itself depended on it.
‘Cum for me, slave.’ ‘Cum while you’re licking my fucking balls.’ ‘Cum while you lick your Master’s balls, slave.’ His tone of voice tells me everything I need to know, and I feel that knowledge shoot through my whole body like electricity. I lick, I suck, my fingers have taken on a life of their own. I’m panting. Moaning. So close.
I don’t cum. There is a small amount of resistance still there I notice… remnants of my experience with being trained to cum on command… something I had told myself I wouldn’t allow again. But there’s that part of me that wants to, that finds it so fucking hot, and I find myself getting closer. But I’m waiting. For what? I think to myself, “do I cum first?” A part of me couldn’t reconcile that, but I knew I desperately wanted to succumb.
“Stop thinking.”
He grabs my hair and pulls me up, shoving His cock in my mouth as He cums. This I see now, is what I was waiting for. I feel my own orgasm explode through me. Gasping and moaning as I’m collecting what He’s feeding into my mouth. Savouring His cum as my body shudders with pleasure.
There are so few moments where I’ve felt truly satisfied. All I could do, kneeling there, a sweaty, spent mess, was place my face back against His thigh, smile up at Him with the biggest shy grin, and say, “Thank You, Sir.”
