“The shop is open until ten, we’ll go around half past nine,” Master says, feeding me a piece of pizza under the table. “There aren’t many kids in this area, but it’s better to be safe.”

I lower my head to drink out of a small bowl on the floor. There were two beers left, Master poured one into a bowl for me to drink with my pizza. I really appreciated it, not just because it helped the pizza go down, nor did the alcohol have much effect on me. It was a reminder of something we used to do. He would place a bowl of water for me, in case I got thirsty mid-scene. I appreciated it now because it reminded me of better, less complicated times.

I raise my head to have another bite of the pizza. I do so love kneeling in front of my master, I all the time did. Looking up at him, I feel his protection. Like the world can not get to me, because it has to go through him first. Needless to say, that feeling of safety is something I so desperately need right now. There’s a lot I haven’t told him, but I can not bare to lose him too.

He’s looking down at me, I look up at him.

“We’ll need to do something about your face,” he says, “I think I live out of the way enough that no one you know will see you, but there’s still that outside chance.”

He takes a bite of pizza and holds the crust out for me to eat. I move my face to it. In my mind, I’m still picturing the cock of the delivery boy. I was in this position, his dick was where the crust is. I’ve been fantasising about it, repeating it over and over in my mind. Remembering each detail, the taste of it, how it felt when it first slid into my mouth. How I felt. I didn’t expect to enjoy it so much.

“I think I have a mask or something,” Master says, after he finishes chewing.

I wonder what I enjoyed about it most. I’ve all the time had an oral fixation, so blowjobs are one of my favourite things to do. That much makes sense, nothing to think about there. Nothing compares to blowing Master, of all the cocks I’ve sucked, I still like his the most. I was so in love with him, that’s probably why. Gods, I was such an idiot. I need to make it up to him, somehow.

I lower my face to my bowl and suck up some beer.

“You’re being rather quiet, something bothering you?” he asks.

“No, Master. I’m just thinking about something.”

“Tell me.”

“Well, Master. I was thinking about the delivery boy, and trying to figure out why I enjoyed it so much.”

“And what are your thoughts?”

“Incomplete, Master,” I say, “you know how much I enjoy giving head, but this was more than that. I feel like I just tapped into something.”

“What do you think you’ve tapped into?”

“I don’t know, Master,” I say, “I started thinking about your cock and got distracted.”

“What do you think about my cock?”

“It’s my favourite cock, Master,” I say, practically salivating, “it fits me perfectly, it’s long enough to reach my throat, thick enough to fill my cunt, but still of a reasonable size for fucking my ass. Any larger and it would be too painful, any wider and it would make me gag, and any smaller and I wouldn’t feel as full. It tastes so intensely of you, it’s one of my favourite flavours. Sometimes I think I can only be happy if it’s inside me.”

“Didn’t realise you were such a fan,” he mocked.

“How could I not be, Master? Nothing makes me cum like your cock. Cheating on you was the worst mistake I ever made.”

There is silence. I shouldn’t have said that. Fuck. Why did I say that? My gaze instinctively falls to the floor. I know I just fucked up. Gods you’re so fucking stupid. I glance up, trying to steal a look at his face. He’s just staring into space. Fuck.

“I’m sorry, Master. I don’t kn…” I begin with my apology.

“Shut up,” he interrupts me and turns away. I feel a new distance between us.

“Sometimes,” he begins, “I wish I’d never met you.” he stands up and walks upstairs, and I want to follow. I don’t know if I should. I wasn’t ordered to kneel, so I can stand and move around if I want. I could follow. Why can not you just keep your stupid mouth shut? This is why everyone abandoned you. Now you’ve pushed Master away too.

I’m relieved to see him come downstairs again, I want to run to him, hold him. Apologise, say something. Anything. I can not, though. He told me to shut up, that’s the type of command that persists. No talking until he says it’s okay. Fuck, this is hard. Every fibre of my being wants to call out to him. Everything I’m holding back fights its way to the surface and I begin crying.

“I’m sorry, that was uncalled for,” he said, “I didn’t expect that, I guess it made me angry.”

I crawl over to him and hug his leg, he places a hand on my head. It’s not forgiveness, but it’s a begin. I made him angry, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him angry, annoyed, but never angry.

“Want to make me feel better?” he looks down at me. I nod back emphatically. He turns my head towards him.

“Looks like you also need a treat,” he says, gently wiping my tears with his thumb. I nod again. Wiping the tears from my other eye and sniffle pathetically.

“What would you like?” he asks.

I nuzzle my face into his groin, I feel his cock harden slightly against my cheek. I haven’t been permitted to speak again, so I can not just tell him. Fortunately, this will be very easy to communicate. I look up at him and open my mouth, letting my tongue rest on my lower lip. I try to make my mouth look as inviting as efficient. Not to blow my own trumpet, I’d rather blow his, but I think I’m pretty good at giving head. There’s something very soothing about a job well done. It’s my happy place.

“Another blowjob?” he asks, “two loads not enough for you?”

I shake my head.

“Why aren’t you talking?”

I don’t know how to mime that out so I just gesture at him.

“Because I told you to shut up?”

I nod.

“Right, right. No obvious completion.”

I nod again.

He reaches down and pats me on the head.

“You can talk again, I’m sorry about that.”

“Thank you, Master,” I say, relieved to be able to speak again. “I’m sorry.”

“So, two loads aren’t enough?”

“Slut needs as many of Master’s gifts as he can give,” I say, licking my lips and staring, rather unsubtly, at his crotch.

“The beer run is in 3 hours, I’m going to play some games. Are you ready for your instructions?”

I can not help but smile hearing this. He still wants to be with me, he still wants me here.

“Yes, Master. So ready.”

“You will blow me until I tell you to stop. No hands, those you will use to masturbate. You will not cum. You will edge yourself, constantly, for the whole 3 hours.”

“I understand, Master.”

“By the time we leave, I want you wetter, and hornier than you’ve ever been. I want you to be so sensitive, the breeze on your cunt feels like mother nature eating you out. I don’t want you to be able to think straight, I want you so wound up, cumming is all you can think about. I want you to be so close, even thinking about touching it threatens to push you over the edge.”

I listen to him say these things and I feel myself getting wetter. I’m already horny, how many times can I edge in 3 hours. Is what he’s asking for even efficient? I have to try. For him, anything. I don’t know how long we have, so I want to savour every moment.

“And slut,” he says, “if you cum without permission, there will be consequences.”

“I understand, Master,” I say, “thank you for this task.”

And with that, he directs me to kneel beside his spot on the sofa. I help him take his trousers off and he sits and plays his game. I place my hand on my already dripping cunt and start to rub my clit. I slide his cock into my mouth, pushing my face hard into him. I gag a little, but not too much. I still feel like I need to be punished, so I throat fuck myself with his cock. I try to get his first load out as fast as efficient, so he will be nice and sensitive moving forward. If he can still play, I’m not doing a good enough job.

The fingers of my right hand run over my clit in a circular motion, and two of the fingers of my left-hand slide inside me. Zero friction. It’s hard to do all three at once, so I focus more on forcing Master’s cock into my throat. I make each stroke as long as efficient, pull out until the head is at my lips, then I lick it, and then push it in, all the way, as far as I can get it. My face pressing against him, I hold him in, then repeat the process. I feel him swelling, and pulsing, and I hear him moaning. I’m doing well, my attention is switched to my cunt. I’m getting closer, closer, I push my face in and hold. I choke myself on his cock. I deserve it.

As my brain panics, the feelings in my cunt amplify. Increased awareness, it’s time to stop. I want to keep going, I want to finish. Oh so desperately, but no. I take my hand away. Not without permission. I take Master’s cock out and gasp for breath, it was in there too long. I let it stay in my mouth now, using my tongue to coax out his gift. It still tastes amazing, my favourite flavour, filling my mouth. Covering my tongue. I feel him begin to twitch in my mouth, his moans become louder. I place my hand back on my clit and rub as he fills my mouth with my reward.

My plan to make him overly sensitive works, I run my tongue over his spent head and I hear Master moan, he drops the controller. I can, for now at least, relegate the blowjob to simple movements. Time to edge myself as much as efficient. I decide to strategise. Rather than stop completely, I decide to alternate. When I get close from rubbing my clit, I slow down or stop and instead focus on fingering myself. When I edge from that, I switch back to clit stimulation.

This seems the best way to maximise the number of edges, as well as increase my overall levels of wetness, horniness, and desperation. It’s working. It’s working too well. Each edge is taking less time, with fewer strokes or thrusts. After an hour, touching my clit is almost enough to push me over. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve stopped. All I can think about is Master’s cock fucking my whore cunt. Filling it, using it to pleasure himself.

I move my focus back to Master, the intensity died down and his cock deflated for a little bit, but it’s back now. I feel it growing once more. I welcome its fullness, I must convince it to reward me again. My own reward sits dangerously close. One wrong move and I’ll be facing whatever master meant by “consequences”. I shudder to think. I don’t know how long we’ve been like this, I’ve been too sensitive to touch. I slide my fingers in, and I’m almost over. I touch my clit, and I practically buckle.

My juices run down my thighs, I am soaked. I am officially wetter, and hornier than I have ever been. Master moves my head off his cock, it slips out of my mouth with a little pop noise. I miss it. He stands up and moves behind me, bending me over the sofa. He lines his mouth-hardened cock towards my cunt. My juicy, sensitive, overwhelmed cunt.

“Tell me what happened with the delivery driver,” he commands.

“Yes, Master,” I say. “I was very nervoooOOOAAAH.”

I’m interrupted by his cock slamming into me. I’m already on the brink, this is too much. I bite down on the sofa, clenching the cushions in my fists trying, desperately, to hold back the tidal wave of pleasure that’s hammering my shore.

“You were very nervoaah?” Master asks, mocking me.

“I was, aah, very nervous, fuck, answering the door,” I struggle to get the words out.

Each of my Master’s thrusts sends shock waves through my cunt. So sensitive, I can feel the expansion, and contraction of the walls as his cock slides in and out. The fullness, the emptiness.

“I. I…I didn’t think he’d have, fuck, have the, ah fuck, the nerve to, aaah, to ask.”

“Something wrong? you seem to be having problems speaking.”

“It’s, uh, it’s too much. Master, please. Let me cum. Please, can I?”

“Do you think you deserve it?” he asks.

Fuck.

“No, Master,” I say dejectedly.

I want it, I want it bad. So bad. I hurt Master earlier, I deserve this. I deserve to be denied.

“Finish the story,” he says.

He slows his movements, sliding in and out more gently. It’s still intense, but manageable. I can do this.

“He thought it was a joke, so I, mmmm, I explained. He gave the command, so I…I…I knelt before him.”

Bringing this to mind, right now, is flooding my brain. I can feel the obvious sensations, Master inside me, his thrusts pushing air over my way too sensitive clit, but bringing this memory to the fore, there’s a new sensation. It’s not physical, I don’t think this place exists on the human body, but I feel it. In whatever part of me my sub feelings live, I feel it in my sub place.

“As I…As I looked at his cock, I thought ‘there’s still time, I can back out’ but then I thought about you. I knew you’d understand if I stopped, You wouldn’t chastise me, or berate me. I just thought that you might be disappointed. I couldn’t bare that. So I let him into my mouth, and when he was in there I felt, oh gods, I felt filthy. It was wrong, I shouldn’t be doing it, I didn’t have to do it. I wasn’t forced to do it. It made me feel slutty, but at the same time, as I jerked that guy to completion into my mouth, it felt like…Purpose. My purpose.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Do you want to do it again?”

“Gods, yes. I do, Master.”

“I’m going to give your ass away, tonight. How do you feel about that?”

How do I feel about that? Anal all the time made me feel more submissive. Blowjobs are a submissive act too, but since I enjoy giving them, it’s not as much. Anal, on the other hand, it’s not bad. I enjoy being used, but that’s just it. I’m being used. I’ve never cum from being ass fucked, there’s all the time some other stimulus. Master would use a vibrator, for example.

A stranger fucking my ass, that’s just my body being used to pleasure someone else. I only ever feel it in my sub place. Which, thinking about it, was ramped up to 11 when I put the pizza guy’s dick in my mouth. How high will it go for anal? Something that already triggers my submissive feelings. What new sensations will I experience?

“Curious, Master” I finally answer.

“Start edging,” he says, picking up his pace.

“Master, please. It’s too much, I can’t hold it back.”

“You want me to stop?”

“No, Master. I want to cum.”

“You can’t cum. So the choices are, I stop. Or you keep edging until I cum, and that could take a while you’ve been very thorough.”

“I’m sorry, Master. Please stop”

“What’s in it for me?” he says, thrusting hard.

“Oh, you bastard,” I say, it just slips out. Luckily Master just laughs at this outburst.

“Well?” he says, ramming his cock into me again.

“Would you consider fucking my throat instead, Master?”

“You know what, that actually sounds like fun.”

He pulls his cock out of me and I immediately feel empty. I can feel my cunt screaming ‘put it back’ but that’s not an option. Not without consequences. I have to follow orders. I drag myself onto the sofa, it’s not easy, my legs are jelly. If I close my legs too fast I feel an intense surge of pleasure that I have to fight against. I lie on the cushions and lower my head, upside down, off the edge of the sofa. My legs and feet raise and dangle over the backrest. Master opens my legs and runs a finger across my clit. I tense up.

“So mean, Master,” I moan, his cock is in front of my face so I raise my head to accept his balls into my mouth.

“You remember how to stop me?” he asks.

I tap on his hip three times with my hand. This signals for him to stop.

“If you want me to slow down?”

I tap twice, with a break in between.

“If I’m being too rough?”

two quick taps.

“Good girl, I’m going to start gently. It’s been a while for both of us.”

He lifts my head and kisses my forehead before pushing it back down and pushing his cock into my mouth. He slowly pushes his cock forwards, it hits my throat and he begins to press it deeper.

“open, slut,” he says, pushing it slowly down to its max length.

I try my best to stay relaxed for him, he holds it here for a moment. My hand is moved onto my clit. I begin to rub, and I moan. My throat vibrating around his cock. He slides it out, pauses for a moment to let me breathe, and then pushes it back in. I feel his hands on my breasts, he gives my nipples a little squeeze. He pulls his cock out of my mouth completely. I gasp a little, sucking in air and the smell of him.

“How did that feel?” he asks.

“Good, Master,” I say.

“I’m going to start now, okay?” he warns, “remember the signals.”

“Yes, Master,” I say, opening my mouth to accept him.

He pushes in fully and then begins pumping, fucking my throat. He’s fucked it harder before, I know he’s easing me in. Helping me to remember how. I could never let anyone else do this, only Master. I moan, I have to stop rubbing, I’m at the edge again. I feel his hand on my clit, I was at the edge, and I had to stop. Fuck, no he’s pushing me over. Then he stops and resumes fucking my throat.

“I’m going to stay deep, take a breath,” he commands.

I lick the top of his cock and take a deep breath. He slams it in, it’s hard like it used to be. A loud noise escapes my throat, I can not describe it, but if you know, you know. He starts thrusting, his cock staying in my throat the whole time. GUKGUKGUKGUK comes out of me. I place my hand back on my clit, I think I’m far enough away to touch it a little more. I moan the second my finger connects. I’m feeling light-headed, so I give master three taps. He thrusts once more and pulls out of my throat, leaving his cock in my mouth. I gasp for air around it.

“Feeling okay?” he asks.

I have a cock in my mouth so I nod as best I can. I take a breath and pull him back into me. I’m gonna try to last longer, I deserve this.

“I’m going to go faster,” he says.

I begin to think how cute he is for giving me these warnings, but that wondered is interrupted by a rather vigorous throat fucking. He aggressively fucks my face, using my tits as handles for leverage. It rams down my gullet like a piston. I raise my hand, and I almost tap out, but I remember that I deserve it. I am resolved to last longer. I begin to edge again, there’s too much happening in my throat for me to moan this time. The pleasure in my cunt is a welcome distraction. He starts to moan.

“I’ve missed your throat, slut,” he says.

He missed me. Or part of me. I can take more, Master. Harder. Faster. Tears are streaming down my face, but I’m so happy to hear him say this. I will need to tap soon, it’s a lot, and it’s intense. A little longer, for you Master. I raise my hand again, I’m about to tap when I hear him speak.

“I’m so close,” he moans, “I’m going to cum.”

I lower my hand, I can not stop him now. Just a bit more. Finish for me, Master. Give me your gift. I’m getting lightheaded, how long has this been happening? I should tap, Master wouldn’t want to hurt me. A little longer, I feel it swelling in my throat, I feel it pulsing. He’s slowing down, longer strokes, his cock is starting to twitch and he moans. He grabs the back of my head and holds my face into him, pressing his cock as far in as it will go. I feel my stomach filling with his approval. I wait a little longer before I tap, I frantically tap. He pulls out and I cough, splutter, and gasp.

“Are you okay?” he asks, holding me steady.

“Yes, Master,” I say, my voice hoarse, “thank you, for this gift”

I crawl over to my bowl of beer and drink it, the cool, fizzy liquid is soothing on the way down. I suck up as much as I can and then flop down on my back, wiping the sweat, tears, and drool from my face.

“Did you enjoy me, Master?” I ask.

“I think you know I did. That was quite the reaction. Was it too hard? did I miss you tapping?”

“No Master, I was going to tap, but then you said you were cumming. I decided to let you finish.”