Master was letting me suck on Him yesterday.
I was so eager and so thrilled.
I started out slowly and gently.
I sucked and licked and kissed
and blew and licked and sucked some more.
I went down deep and Sir's hand
immediately went into my hair
and pushed me further.
I worked on taking Him,
on swallowing
I pulled up and resisted
He let me up and then after a second or two,
pushed me back down.
Once again, I was having trouble keeping him deep down my throat.
After a couple of seconds struggling,
he fisted my hair and yanked me up to look at him,
"Don't fight me, fiona. Take it and don't fight me."
"yes, Sir. Could I please try again, Sir.
I am sorry i was resisting. Please, Master, let me take you deep again.
I'll do it with NO resistance. I desperately want to!"
I relaxed and took him.
He fucked my throat.
I gagged a few times,
but I was working hard on letting him
use my mouth and taking him down my throat.
I loved being used.
REALLY LOVED IT!
and then,
I gagged, and began to throw up...
EEEEEEKKKKKKKK.
(never had that happen before!)
I yanked up quickly,
closed my mouth,
and RAN to the bathroom.
I came back with such a sheepish look.
I snuggled into his chest and he squeezed me tight.
"I'm sorry, Master" I whispered.
"I'm proud of you little girl.
You did much better."
This is a fear of mine, and one that he comes close to a few times.
ReplyDeleteo.o that's one of the things I worry about happening to me.
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