Forehead to boot. Periodic kisses, careful not to smudge the finish with my lipstick. My mind on just one thing. It’s not what so many believe I would be thinking. I don’t feel humiliation in being sprawled at His feet, naked, exposed. Ass up, knees spread, head down. This is a position of devotion, so surrendering my pride really doesn’t humiliate me. It isn’t the vulnerability of being that exposed, even though I am. We are alone this time, so it’s merely how I wish to be for Him, because it’s how He wishes me to be for Him. His little sex toy. It’s not my choice when & where or to whom He chooses to display “His ass” & “His pussy”. There are times when they are on display to an entire dungeon crowd & my only concern is if his property is displayed to its best. Is my back arched enough? Are my knees far enough apart? Is my body draped gracefully enough? Modesty is not my reality. Tonight, while grace & presentation is still important, I have the luxury of being truly focused only on Him. On His cock.



I love cock. Cock is amazing. His cock is amazing. I’ve dabbled with women & enjoyed myself thoroughly, but its cock that rocks my world. His cock. The taste. The smell. The feel.

As I await his pleasure, I can’t keep my mind off His cock. I lightly lick my lips in anticipation of when he’ll deign to let me taste Him. The tip of my tongue barely touching my lips. Will He pull me up by my hair? Will He be feeling soft & romantic, pulling me gently first into his arms? Will He make me creep my way up His body, push me down in a heap & then after begging & pleading, begin the ascent again?

Cock worship. That’s what it really is. Cock worship. It is in this moment in time that He is a god & receives the homage of the gods. I’m able to put all my love, devotion, submission…me, into every lick, every suckle, every swirl of the tongue.

Ah yes, the tongue swirl, my favorite way to greet His cock. It’s that soft first taste, that first breathtaking in His scent. It’s meant to tantalize Him, but sometimes I wonder who truly enjoys it more, me or Him? It has a practical purpose, let’s me start coating His cock with my saliva in preparation of sliding my mouth over & down the shaft. Isn’t it such a shame that I have to run my tongue ALL over His cock so that I can give a proper blowjob?

Hmmmm…have you ever noticed that there is nothing better than that musky smell of a man? I don’t think I can pick one thing: scent, taste or feel that get my own juices flowing, but His scent is both arousing & comforting to me. I breathe it in as I run my tongue down His cock & then back up. Up & down. Up & down. Already, the world has narrowed down to just this…His cock. I’m more aware of the veins under my tongue than the lighting or music or temperature. I’m more focused on His pleasure than my own, and yet it’s impossible to deny that I am pleasured as well. Can you not smell the heat & wetness of my pussy?

I’m in a place in my mind where the only thing that registers are His breathing, His movements, His words…and of course, His cock.

I slowly slip my mouth over the head of His cock, another swirl of the tongue, but now I start pushing more of his cock into my mouth each time. Lightly sucking. Lowering my head, my mouth further down his cock & then back up. One hand at the base of his cock, another caressing his balls. Gently. Gradually building up speed. Not too fast, we aren’t really looking for this to end soon. This isn’t a quickie, it’s an expression.

I’m greedy, though I want it all. I want every last bit of his cock. I want it to be the best ever. For Him. For me. I never seem to be able to master that thing called “deep throating”. Even when He shoves it down my throat & holds it there. His hands fisted in my hair, holding me as He wants me. Me gagging. My throat convulsing around His cock. I can’t breathe. This point I’m so aware of my surrender. I’m so aware of His will. The tears run down my cheeks, one after another. Yet, at times, I think He is more pleased by this than if I could take it all with ease. I think He enjoys the suffering for His pleasure. Of course, He enjoys my suffering for His pleasure. He loves the tears. He loves the willingness to keep trying over & over again, no matter how difficult. I want to give Him that, no matter how difficult for me.

I finally have to lift my head…gasping for breath. Sucking oxygen back into my lungs. Yet, still using my hands to gently squeeze & fondle. I lower my head so I don’t neglect his balls. Licking the base of his cock. Licking his scrotum. Delicately taking first one, then another testicle to roll over my tongue. Gently sucking & then releasing them. Only to do it all over again…and again. Sometimes He’s positioned such that I can even lick behind the scrotum. Giving him that feeling of my tongue lapping in the ‘tween. Warm, wet velvet. Sometimes He orders me to lick his anus. Rimming that ultra-sensitive hotbed of nerves. There is no place on His body that my tongue isn’t familiar with, no part of His body that His taste is not permanently etched in my mind.

He’s restless. He’s making the sounds & the moves that signal He’s wanting more. Needs more from me. Cock in the mouth. Sliding down the shaft, then sucking hard on the way up. Grasping His cock more firmly, milking His cock for the cum I crave & the pinnacle He desires. Down, then up. Down, then up. Down, then up. You’ve heard of that analogy, “like sucking the chrome off a trailer hitch”? That’s a bit what it’s like. Every man is different, some like it, others do not. Some like lots of suction, others just want the sliding sensation of a mouth on their cock.

You do what gives you the best response from the man behind the cock you are sucking. Do I suck other cocks other than Master’s? Of course, the Master likes to offer the best in hospitality. Tonight, it’s all Master.

Tonight, I hear Him groan. Tonight, as his balls draw up, I slip a thumb down behind his scrotum and carefully massage his prostate from the outside. Tonight, I suck as hard as He likes. Tonight, His pleasure is to allow me to drink His cum. I never know how He’ll give it to me, if He’ll give it to me. On the face. On the tits. In the hair. Whatever & wherever.



Tonight I swallow as His cum spurts down my throat. A treat. A reward.

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