Phallic Symbols

i have some fascination with cock worship, both as a practice and as an academic topic.  There’s some really interesting material about cock worship as a religious practice in this article in Cracked, and maybe i’ll talk more about that another time.

But today, all of that is just to serve as lead in to this picture that crossed my FB feed recently.  (Yes, i have very interesting FB friends!)

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(Picture is of a tree trunk in standing water, it looks like a man’s upper thighs and pelvic area, complete with a very realistic looking cock.) 

Isn’t that great?  On that note, hope you’re having a lovely Friday…

And here’s the link, in case it doesn’t work wehre I linked to it above:

http://www.cracked.com/article_16103_5-inspiring-religions-that-worship-penises.html

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Disrespect III

He is fucking my mouth, thrusting his cock deep, as i struggle to relax my throat and take him deeper.  i think he is almost there – i can tell he is almost there –

and he puts his hand on the back of my head, holding me steady while he pumps again – and again – until i feel him shudder, hear him cry out with pleasure, feel his hot cum hit the back of my throat, swallowing as quickly as i can, i feel his body relax, the tension draining away.

It relaxes me too, on some level, even though i am so hot i think i might spontaneously combust – just burst into flames, right there on the floor between his legs.  My pussy is so wet, the butt plug is still uncomfortable but in a good way, if you know what i mean, and my nipples are longing to be touched.  He lets me rest my head on his thigh, strokes my hair.

“Well, that was nice,” he says.  “Well done.  It must be getting close to dinner time, maybe we should shower and go to that new place you were talking about?  What was it, The Bunion or something like that?”

That makes me giggle, he does this all the time, “No, Sir, not the Bunion, it’s Runyon’s and they’re supposed to have all kinds of fabulous beef and seafood and just about everything.”

“Sounds good,” he says, and he moves as if he’s about to get up, but-

“Sir!” i say, “Wait – hang on, please, wait – i mean, i mean – of course you can get up if you want to, but- but what about…” and i realize that he’s laughing.

“Your three questions?” he says, grinning.

“Yes, Sir, please. And then can we still go to Runyon’s?”

“Yes, we can.  And I think we probably will.  But you’re right, first things first, what are your questions?”

“Ok.  Question one.  What are we going to do at this retreat place we’re going to?”  Somehow, the act of sucking his cock has cleared my head.  As it often does.

He nods, “Good question.  They have a number of classes.  Yoga and mindfulness, as well as classes in submissive services.  Boot blacking I think, cock worship, high tea service, things like that.”

i know my jaw has dropped, my mouth is open.  Then i’m grinning.  “Seriously?” i say, then add quickly, “No, Sir, please no, that’s not my second question.”  i know too well how his mind works.

He’s laughing though.  “Ok I won’t count that one, this time.  But yes, seriously.”

i have to think hard now, what do i want to ask next?  “What classes will i be taking, Sir?”

He shakes his head, “I haven’t even decided that yet.  You’ll be taking classes that will help you better carry out The List.  And – I will tell you this – maybe some obedience training.  I’ve been thinking about adding “obedient” to your personal list and thought this would be a good opportunity to see how you do with some training.”

i am astounded.  i didn’t know that he wanted me to be more obedient, didn’t know that he – does he think of me as disobedient?  Tears well up in my eyes.  At the same time, my cunt is throbbing, the idea of obedience training is so hot.  Damn it.  i don’t know whether to beg him for an orgasm or burst into tears.

He is watching me, with that look of curiosity he gets sometimes, as if i were one of his research projects.  i shiver.  That look is like the butt plug, it reduces me, and it turns me on.  It makes me want to turn myself inside out and ask him to take whatever he wants, please.

So when he raises an eyebrow at me, i immediately say, “i’m thinking that maybe you think – maybe i haven’t  been obedient enough, Sir.”  i am careful not to make it a question.  “And i feel sad about that.”

“No,” he says, “That’s not it.  I just think it would be fun to watch you work on that skill.  It’s not one we’ve focused on before.”

i nod.  Ok, i can handle that.  “Thank you, Sir,” i say, and i mean for telling me now.  So what is my third question going to be?  There are still so many… but this one intrigues me.

“Why do we have to take a shuttle from Calloway?  Why can’t we drive the rest of the way.”

“Because we’re not allowed – no one, except for a few people – is allowed to know exactly where it is.  Everyone in the shuttle is blindfolded on the way up.”

“But -” that makes me nervous.  Very nervous.  He grins.  “But don’t worry,” he says, “I’ll be there.”  And he starts laughing, a fake, diabolical laugh, like a villain in a 1920’s play.  He even pretends to twirl a handlebar mustache.

i’m laughing, but “That’s not funny!” i protest.  “That’s the same thing the guy says to O in Story of O before he leaves her at the door of Roissey the first time!  He says, ‘If you don’t knock, they will come out and bring you in,’ or ‘make you come in’ or ‘force you to come in,’ – something like that.  And then he says, ‘But don’t worry, I’ll be there.'”

“Yes, exactly, my sweet, little one,” he says, still playing the villain.   “Now I’m going to take your butt plug out and send you to the shower.  You may do whatever you need to do to your hair, but you are not to touch your nipples, your ass or your cunt.  And,” he drops the villain-ish manner and talks in a normal tone again, “And let me see here.  How wet are you?”

Of course, i am dripping wet, it’s a wonder there’s not a huge puddle under me but my inner thighs are even wet.  His finger probe between my legs and as they slide inside me i gasp and thrust myself against him.  He pulls out, and slap my cunt, hard.

“No,” he says, “Don’t try to push me.  Who is in control here?”

“You are, Sir, you are, absolutely, i am just so – very – very hot, i’m sorry, i won’t do it again, Sir.”

“I should think not!” he says all haughty and I don’t know if he’s envisioning himself as Mr. Darcy or Mr. Rochester of Jane Eyre, but i can see he’s on the verge of laughing again.

“Head down, ass up,” he says.  i follow those directions quickly, and in a moment he’s removed the butt plug, leaving me feeling empty and bereft.  i swallow my moan.

In this position, my pussy is also readily accessible and he begins to play with me, stroking my clit for a minute, spreading my lips then pinching them together until i am whimpering, unable to hold still.

“Sir, please, may i -” but –

“Absolutely not,” he says, smacking my ass hard.  “Off to the showers with you.  Better make it a cold one, cause there’s no orgasm in your immediate future.”

i start to whine, “Sirrrrr,” but think better of it. and turn it into, “Cerrr-tainly, Sir,” which makes him laugh.  “Don’t worry,” he says, “I’ll let you warm the water up when I come join you.”

“Yes, Sir,” i say.  i feel like every sensory receptor on my body is aroused and tingling – a cold shower probably is my best bet.  Damn it.

 

Disrespect II

“How many times,” he asks, “Have we had a conversation about you not paying attention, or not focusing, or not being fully present?”

Kneeling between his legs, with my ass still stinging from his belt, asshole plugged and a bit uncomfortable, for a second i think he’s going to chastise me some more for not listening.  i feel a twinge of shame.  Perhaps that shadow crosses my face because he touches my cheek, “No,” he says, “it’s ok, just listen.”

“I know you’ve been trying really hard to live out your list of values.  What are they?” and when i hesitate, he nods, “I want to hear you say them.  The list, please.”

“Yes, Sir,” and my voice is soft as i start off, “Aware and responsive,” but i’m gaining power as i say the words.  “Receptive and open.” This is who i want to be, and i finish firmly.  “To be attentive and to serve.”

“Yes,” he says, pleased.  “Good girl,” and the praise makes me feel warm and glowing. “And you want this not just with me, but also in the work you do as a teacher, right?”  I nod, and he continues, “But it’s hard to achieve those things.  Hard for you, but hard for anyone, yes?”

i nod, slowly, uncertain where he’s going with this.

“Well, a friend of mine was telling me about this place.  It’s like a retreat center.  I don’t know exactly where it is, but apparently, it’s about an hour outside of Calloway.”  Calloway is about 3 hours away from where we live, so i’m surprised that he’s even considering this.

He begins to play with my nipples, lightly, almost as if he’s not aware that he’s doing it.  As if there were a direct line from my nipples to cunt, the heat between my thighs intensifies.  i squirm a little, wishing i saw an orgasm somewhere in my immediate future.

He moves his hands away from  me, i sigh.  Just a tiny sigh.

“Next weekend,” he says, “I’ve made reservations for us at the Retreat Center.  With the three day weekend, and taking Friday off too, we’ll have plenty of time.  We’ll drive up to Calloway after work Thursday, spend the night there, have a leisurely breakfast and maybe visit that park we like, then we catch a shuttle from there the rest of the way.”

There are so many parts to this, my mind doesn’t know where to settle.  He made reservations?  That’s not even like him, for starters.  Usually he would have me make reservations and plans for whatever we were going to do.  And i love Calloway, love the restaurant we go to for breakfast, and the park he’s mentioned.  So i’m excited about that.  But this retreat center – and catching a shuttle – and what kind of place is it anyway?  Who’s the friend that told him about it?  What will we do there?  And how will this help me be more of “the list?”

Before i can start asking the hundred questions flashing through my mind, he puts a finger over my lips.  “Three,” he says.   “You may ask me three questions.  Take your time picking them, I’m only going to answer three.”

That sends me into a mini-panic – how can i pick just three?  Which three?  What if i ask the wrong questions and don’t find out what i want to know?  How do i even know what i need to know?

He sees the touch of panic, and leans forward, reaches around my head to grasp my hair firmly at the nape of my neck.  He pulls my head back for a moment, just long enough for me to feel his control, then relaxes his grip.  “Easy,” he says.  “There’s time to think.”

But my mind is racing, until i see he’s unzipped his pants, is holding his cock in one hand, stroking it as it gets harder.  And harder.

i am completely distracted now.

“Put your hands behind your back,” he says, “and keep them there.”

Obediently, i clasp my hands behind my back.  With the hand that is not on his cock, he grasps my left nipple and tugs gently, making me whimper.  He switches to the right one.  Then back to the left.  But this time, instead of tugging gently, he suddenly pinches, pulls and twists all in one rush of intense pain that makes me cry out and whimper and sends a flash of heat to my cunt all much much faster than i can say it.  He laughs.  Releases that nipple.

i have managed to keep my hands behind my back, but i can’t look at him.  i know he’s going to do the other nipple.  i know he is.

“Would you like to suck my cock?” he says.

“Yes, Sir, Please, may i?”  i would love to do that.  i can taste him in my mind, feel his velvety skin, the way he fills my mouth, the slippery slide of his cock in and out, striking the back of my throat…. “Please, Sir,” i say again.

“Do you want me to hurt your other nipple first?” he says.

The question is a trick one, i know it is.  i don’t know what the right answer is.   First or afterwards?  I’m pretty sure the choice is not first or never.

But i remember the magic words, “Whatever pleases you, Sir,” i say.

He grins, “Good girl,” and he does it, quickly, viciously, making me cry out, he brings tears to my eyes, but i don’t pull away and i keep my hands behind my back and i know he is pleased, because he lets me take his cock in my mouth.  Just the tip at first, letting me suck the head, using my tongue to make it wetter, humming a little as i do it, because i know he likes the vibration.  He lets me work it farther into my mouth, filling my mouth, he allows me to focus all my love and desire and longing to please on his cock.

i can still feel the butt plug, my ass is still tingling, and somewhere my mind is still a bit worried about this retreat thing he’s talking about, but mostly, my attention is right where it belongs, on him.

i imagine (12)

{If you’re just starting to read now, here’s the beginning of this story.  After that beginning, it’s all “i imagine” by the numbers.}

Sir Martin’s cock.  i lick delicately around the head, tracing the rim with the tip of my tongue.  i lick across the head with the flat of my tongue, looking up at his face.  i encircle it with my mouth, holding it right there, then sliding down over the length of it, letting the head hit the back of my throat.  i hold it deep for a moment, gagging, tears running down my face, before i ease my mouth back up.  And down again.

He is not stopping me, and i am building my rhythm, i can feel the vein in his cock – the big vein that starts at the base – i can feel it throbbing and i know he’ll cum soon.  i am so ready to feel his hot cum in my throat…

…and he stops me.  Pulls my head back.   i’m waiting for more instructions, and he turns to Sir Bryan, who’s seated nearby with Penny, the submissive woman assigned to him this weekend.   “Excuse me, Bryan,” he says.  “May I borrow your girl?”

“Of course,” says Sir Bryan, and before i can even figure out what’s happening, before i can wrap my mind around it, Sir Martin says to me, “Here, baby, I want you to scoot over here, to the side, yes, right here.”  And he moves me – he moves me away from my place in front of him.   He puts me on the other side of his leg.

And he lets Penny kneel in my place in front of him.

Tears well up – what?  he doesn’t want me?  My heart aches and i can barely breathe.  i watch, dismayed, he Penny gets comfortable at his feet.

Sir Martin grins at her, and i feel like he’s crushing me, like he’s stomped on my chest.  “Hi, Penny,” he says, stroking her face.  “I’m pretty close to cumming already, and I want you to get me off, but take your time, ok?”

She nods, “Yes, Sir,” and she puts her mouth to his cock.  Her mouth.  His cock.  i don’t think of myself as a jealous-hearted woman, but i want to cry.  i want to sob, i want to push her away and put myself in front of him. i want to be the one to please him.

i bow my head, tears running down my face.  He’s watching her, one hand in her hair, as her head bobs up and down, taking him in deep.  He moans.

i think he has forgotten me.  i want to lie down on my side, on the floor, and cry.

i glance up at him and see he’s watching me, his face intent.  With one hand, he touches my cheek, my tears on his finger, he brings his finger to his mouth.  Licks the tears off.

He is the cruelest man i’ve ever known and i hate him and i hope he dies.

Ok, maybe i don’t hope he dies.  But he is cruel, and i kind of maybe hate him a lot.

“Watch,” he says, and i realize he’s talking to me.  “Pay attention, watch what she does that pleases me.”  He strokes my face, my hair, with his free hand.  His other hand is touching her.

i hate them both.  i thought he liked me, thought he wanted me.  i thought i was pleasing him.  i don’t want to watch her – it should be me, that should be me!  So hurt, so angry, how can he do this to me?   i sniffle, tears flowing…

His hand in my hair turns my head so i can see her.  His command, “Watch,” forces me to look.  i bite my lip hard.  Fine.  If he wants her instead of me, fine, i don’t care.  i’ll never let him see i care.  Fuck him.  And her.  Fuck them both.

i look.  i watch her head moving, hear the sounds she makes as she takes him deep in her throat.  Tears are running down her face too, we are both crying, he’s making us both cry, but she’s the lucky one, she’s pleasing him, and i’m useless.  Useless, just sitting here.  Cast off.  Like an old shoe.

i almost smile – “like an old shoe” is a bit over the top, even for me right now.   But seriously, why does he want to torture me like this?   i don’t deserve this, i know i don’t.  How could he talk about this being – what did he say?  Edifying?  That’s some kind of bullshit.

Oh, look, i think he’s going to cum, i can tell, watch the rhythm, he’s thrusting into her mouth now holding her head still with both his hands while he fucks her mouth.  She’s struggling to stay still, struggling to accept him, i can see that.  Oh.  Oh.

i can feel it, the tension, the pressure, almost- almost the relief as he cums, moaning, discharging his seed in her mouth.  i can almost taste it.

My body relaxes just a bit, almost as if i have cum too.

He sighs, relaxes, his hand in my hair is loose, barely touching me.  His other hand strokes her face.  Her face has that just fucked look, i’ve seen it on me before, hair disheveled, tears still wet, i know how it feels.  The taste of him in her mouth.

It should have been me.

No, i will not cry again.  i will not.

i imagine (11)

{If you’re just starting to read now, here’s the beginning of this story.  After that beginning, it’s all “i imagine” by the numbers.}

We don’t stop at the first dungeon, where i can hear laughter, and a moan, as we pass by.  At the third door on the left, he turns, and i follow.

This room isn’t huge, but it’s big enough for a couple of spanking benches, a St. Andrews cross, a swing, and plenty of large, comfortable looking chairs.  Sir Martin makes his way to one of the chairs and gestures me to the floor in front of him.

“You can get a kneeling stool,” he says.  “I want your mouth to last longer than your knees.”  There’s a stool within arms reach, and i pull it over, settle on it.  i kneel facing him.

He reaches forward and tugs on the punishment tokens on my collar.  “I’ll punish you for these when I take you to your room tonight.  Corner time with nipple clamps and your hands behind your head.  I’ll take them off after the first five minutes and put them back on for five more.”  He smiles sweetly, and i’m diverted from thinking about how much that’s going to hurt.

“After that,” he goes on, “I’ll spank you, but that will be a comfort for you, not punishment.   Tonight is going to be difficult for you, in ways that you don’t expect.  I want you to remember that I’ve planned it for your edification.”  He grins, “Well, my pleasure first, and your edification.”  Then, “You know what that means – right?  When something is designed to be “edifying?”

“i think i do, Sir,” i say, but my voice sounds uncertain, even to me.

He nods.  “Here’s the definition I want you to hold to tonight.  ‘To edify’ means ‘to build up, or instruct, in a way that uplifts.  To enlighten.’   Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” i say, although i’m a bit baffled.

“Good girl.” He strokes my cheek with one hand.  “We’ll start with pleasure.  I’ll teach you how to please me with your mouth.  Are you familiar with the art of cock worship?”

“Yes, Sir,’ i say, with enthusiasm this time.

“Not blow jobs,” he says, “Not just cock-sucking, but cock worship?”

“Yes, Sir,” i say, a bit more uncertainly, but still confident.

“Excellent.” He unzips his pants and pulls his cock out.  i’m glad to see he’s not wearing underwear, which would just get in the way.  It’s a lovely cock, already beginning to get hard. “Open your mouth,” he says.

i open my mouth.  He puts one hand on the back of my collar, grasping a handful of hair and sliding a finger or two through the ring on the collar.  This gives him complete control of my movements.   He guides my head forward until my open mouth is within an inch of his cock – and stops.

i can see his cock, and smell the lovely male, musky odor, and if i put my tongue out, i could actually touch it.  But i know better than to do that.  i wait.

He is stroking his cock with one hand, and i can see he’s getting harder.  i want to touch him, to lick him.  i wait.

“That’s it,” he says.  “Just watch and wait.  Open your mouth a bit more.”  Obediently, i open wider.  “You can breathe on it,” he says.  “Warm breath.  I like that.  Don’t close your mouth.”

So i blow warm air on his cock, wishing he would let me touch him.  Then i remember that obeying him is a way of pleasing him, so i try to let go of my own desire to taste him – even though my mouth seems to have taken on desires of its own.

Maybe he can feel the difference, because he says, “Good girl, now you may put your mouth around the head of my cock, but don’t move.”  And he moves me closer, so my mouth is literally around him, his cock is inside my mouth, but  he holds my head perfectly still.

And then he pulls my head back, pulls his cock back, i whimper, feeling a bit bereft.  “Close your mouth,” he says,  “So tell me, were you able to focus on obedience and pleasing me, or were you thinking about what you wanted to do?”

“Oh!  Oh, Sir.” and i can’t meet his eyes, ‘i, um, i was thinking a lot about how much i wanted to touch you.  i tried to remember that obedience is pleasing you, but yes, Sir, i thought about what i wanted.”

He nodded.  “Not surprising,” he says, “and I appreciate your honesty.  Now, turn sideways here, there you go,” and he scoots and pulls me around, “And now head to the ground, ass up.”  i’m now arranged so that my ass is within easy reach of his right hand.  i hear him pull open a drawer in the little stand next to his chair.

i don’t see what he’s taken from the supply of toys in there.

But i feel it – a sharp whap across my right cheek.  i think it’s the ruler, but it could be a small paddle, i don’t know, and by the third or fourth time it lands, i don’t care.

“Mmmf,” i try to muffle the sound, but i’m crying out each time, and when it lands three times in a row in the same spot, covering my sit spot across both cheeks, i whimper.  He strikes again, four more times, each time across a spot he’s already struck, and i am struggling to hold position when he stops.

“Up,” he says.  “As you were, mouth open. Let’s try again.”

i’m grateful to be up and more than ready to try again.  This time, i manage to keep myself in check.  i still want him, as he holds me poised over his cock, but i’m able to appreciate that he’s letting me be there in the way that he wants.

“Good girl,” he says and i’m thrilled.  “Now for the next step.  This time, you’ll do the same thing – hold your mouth around my cock – until I say ‘begin.’  When I say begin, you may lick the head of my cock until I say stop.  Go ahead, open your mouth and bring it here.”  And he guides my head so that i can carefully place my mouth around his cock.

It seems like a long time again, but i’m patient, finally he says, “Begin.” It is the most wonderful feeling.  His velvety skin under my tongue, the way i can feel his cock begin to get harder.  The taste of him.  Oh.  Oh, yes. Oh –

“Stop,” he says, and he pulls my head back.

i stop.  i don’t want to, but i do.   “Good girl,” he says, and even though i’m feeling bereft, even though my mouth is longing for more, i’m also proud of myself.

We do it again.  And again.  Over and over.  Each time, he lets me go a little longer, lets me do a little more.  But never enough.  Never enough.

His cock is so hard though. So hard, and i can feel the vein at the base throbbing.  i begin to think that this can’t go on forever.  Eventually, he’ll want to cum.  And then – ahhhhh, then i will be there.  Then he’ll let me show him what i can do with my mouth.  How i can please him…

But that’s not what happens.

On your knees

“On your knees,” he says.

i do it quickly.  There has been talk lately of a training school, an idea that alternately excites and terrifies me – or maybe that’s the same thing.  But the thought inspires me to quick obedience.

Besides, i love to kneel at his feet.

He is naked under his robe, his cock in hand, already half erect.  “Closer,” he says impatiently, and i move forward, on my knees, til i am nestled between his thighs.  “Shall I let you suck my cock first?  Or should I let you feel my belt on your ass first?  Or maybe the ruler slapping your cunt is what you’re craving first tonight.”

I know those are not questions for me to answer.  i wait.  Wait and shiver with anticipation, any of those would be fine with me.  All of them would be a rare treat.  And there’s no guarantee that he won’t spank my pussy and leave me longing to taste his cock.

“Open your mouth,” he says.  i obey, opening it wide enough that it could take his cock if he chooses to put it in my mouth.

“Hover,” he says.

i lean forward, placing my mouth directly over his cock, just barely above the head, without allowing my lips to touch it.  Mouth open, poised, waiting for the next command.  He strokes himself a moment, and i feel my pussy throbbing.  i want so badly to taste him.

i think it’s crazy that i feel this way – what is it about being made to wait that drives me wild?  i don’t know, but he’s a Master of dragging it out, making me suffer.

“Put your tongue out,” he says.

He rests his cock on my tongue, but “Don’t move,” he says.  i can smell him, see a tiny drop of pre-cum on the head of his cock if i look cross-eyed down at it.  i can see the veins begin to throb and think that he won’t be able to wait much longer –

– when he suddenly pulls it back.  “No.  Not yet.  Rock back and present your pussy.”

It is not an easy position change, shifting from kneeling back on my heels to lying on my back with my knees pulled apart and up to my chest.  But i manage it not too badly, i think.

He pinches my pussy lips, “Look how wet you are!” he says.  i flush, my face and neck turning red.  i can see that he has the ruler in hand and i brace myself for what is coming.

The first whacks are gentle.  Right between my legs at first, landing sharply, then alternating – inside one thigh then the other.  i begin to squirm, but he laughs, “Hold still, girl, it hasn’t begun to hurt yet.”

And then it begins to feel good, i can feel the tension rising, and i know that i could cum.  Right now, i could cum from him whacking me with that damn ruler.  He must know it too, cause he stops.  Leaving me whimpering now from the loss of pain.

“Hush,” he says, “Bring that mouth up here so I can fuck it.”

Happily i kneel in front of him again.

“Open,” he says.

“Hover.”

“Now take it.”  And with his hand on the back of my head, he pushes me down so his cock is buried deep in my throat, making me gag.  Before i can adjust to the assault, he pulls back, lifting my head off him, then pushes me back down.  i struggle to relax my throat, wanting to take him all.

He holds my head steady, pushes himself against the back of my throat, fucking my mouth while tears stream down my face.  “There you go, good girl,” he says.

And i am content.

 

With My Mouth

“Open your mouth,” he says.  “Yes, like that, good girl.  No, don’t touch.  Wait.  Put your hands behind your back.  Yes.”

i am between his legs, on my knees.  Waiting for permission to lower my mouth and take his cock in to the wet warmth, to stroke him with my tongue, to suck gently.

i wait, mouth open.  He is touching himself, stroking his cock with one hand, the other hand in my hair, ready to guide me if needed.

i can smell the musky man odor – i know, i know that’s a cliche, i can’t help it.  How else can you describe it?  i am so close, and so eager to begin.  i can feel the wetness between my own legs, so turned on.

i keep my eyes on his cock, trying to be patient, keeping my mouth open and ready.

“Put out your tongue,” he says.  Gingerly, i poke my tongue out, just the tip, but “No, girl,” he says, “PUT your tongue out.”

i stick it out then, stick it out as far as i can, and he laughs.  “Ok,” he says, “good girl, now relax your tongue.  Keep it out but relaxed.”

My anxiety is ramping up, what if he doesn’t let me, with if he just keeps playing with himself?  What if i can’t do it the way he likes?  What if i fuck this up and he doesn’t let me and he sends me away?

“When I tell you to start,” he says, “- and not before – when I tell you to start, you may lower your head and lick me with your tongue out, just like it is now.  Start when I say start, and stop when I say stop.”

And still he makes me wait – hovering, right on the edge, so close to his cock.  i want to rest my cheek against its velvety softness, but i wait.

And then, “Start,” he says.

i lower my head, his hand still in my hair but not directing me.  i touch the flat of my tongue to the head of his cock, on the side, as if he were a lovely ice cream cone.  Gently, lovingly, i lick my way around the bulb of his cock, like it was gonna melt if i didn’t lick it real well.

“Stop,” he says, way too soon, i am only barely getting started, but i stop in mid lick.  “Good girl,” he says, tugging my hair gently.  “Relax your mouth.”

i do, almost closing it, but not pressing my lips together.  He moves his hands to my breasts, which are exposed.  He grabs a nipple with each hand.  Strokes them, tugging gently.

“Does that feel good?” he asks, rolling each one lightly between a thumb and forefinger.

“Yes, sir,” my breathing is a bit short, but it’s an honest response, so much heat between my legs, i think i could cum just from this pleasure, if he would only tell me to.

“It’s going to hurt in a minute,” he says.  “I’m going to make it hurt.  Do you want me to do that?”

“Yes, Sir,” my voice is soft, but yes.  In this moment, i want what he wants.

“Ask me to.”

“Please, Master?”

And he does, both nipples, his fingers tightening slowly, pleasure, pleasure, and then it slips quickly over the edge, into pain and more pain, and i’m gasping with the shock and the pain, barely able to hold my position – trying not to cry out –

– and he stops, quickly, completely, so i am both relieved and a bit off-balance.  There are tears on my cheeks, but my hands are still behind my back.

“Good girl,” he says, and i am so pleased with myself for having pleased him, i’m smiling, even though my nipples still throb.  He laughs.  “Do you think you can please me with your mouth?”

i start to answer, but his quick ‘Shhh- no words” stops me.  “Show me,” he says.

i begin the way he likes, kissing gently, adding quick licks from my tongue, making sure my mouth is wet.  When his cock is slick and glistening, I slide my mouth down on it, relaxing my throat so he slides deep, deep into my throat, taking him into my mouth until it won’t go any farther.

“Good girl,” he says, and now his voice is a bit strained with pleasure.  Slowly, slowly, i bring my mouth back up.  Determined to show him how well i can please, i begin to lick again.  We have lots of time.