Hot Thursday Night!
my favorite Dom Sir Chris came over tonight. He is perfect and His cock is my favorite cock in the world. Silky smooth mocha skin encasing muscled manliness. He is absolutely beautiful. He wears light cologne, and i can still smell him on me.
Sir Chris is my God. i had 20 minutes notice He was coming and i had to hurry for Him. i closed up the dogs. He just walks right in and calls for me and i am in the back. On my knees on the floor, head down, just jeans and my chain collar with a padlock keeping it on. Sir Chris carries the key to it. He is forceful, grabbing my collar and twisting so it cuts into my throat. i whimper which i know He likes, and when i look up He slaps my face hard enough to leave a print since He did not give me permission. i love Him. He pinches my mouth open and spits into me. i am His and i am owned.
Pushing me face first into the bed, Sir Chris grabs His riding crop from the nightstand and smacks it on the bed next to my head. The sound of it whistling in the air makes my cock so hard it may burst. i freeze, dreading it will hit me, praying for His ache. The burn of His love. i would do anything for Him.
Now naked except collar and back on my knees, i worship Sir Chris' perfect cock. It closes my throat off, so hard, so long, so big. He makes me look up and He fills my mouth with His spit again, spit for His cock. He knows how much i need Him in me. how much i need to consume Him. He will not let me suck His cock for long as He enjoys depriving me. i beg to suck His cock and He offers a deal. Kicking my knees further apart, He will use the crop on my balls now. For every hit i take, i have 5 seconds to lick His cock if i can. i arch my balls out, fully exposed. The first hit left a welt on my ball sack that i will feel for a week, but His cock tastes so good.
i take 13 hits as i love Him. my face has tear trails from the hits, but i do not cry out. He is proud i don't make noise. i give Him everything He will take. Suddenly jets of His cum coat my whole face. He rubs it in, and feeds me some from His fingers. He asks do i want it, and i open wide and He shares His spit right into my mouth. i am commanded with one word "clean", and i lick His cock and i savor the heft and the smooth skin and residual cum as i clean it. Sir's cum, cum i earned. 2 words, "balls deep", and my face buries in bush. His hot piss begins to flow and i swallow it all, fighting to breathe. my body needs oxygen, but my soul needs to consume Him more. Taking every drop i am grateful, knowing i earned it or Sir would not have fed me. Sir is proud tonight. my hunger to please Him is temporarily fed.
After He leaves, i shelter my aching balls. my poor cock is red and feels raw. i can only stand to rub the tip and i cum into my hand. i eat it. All the time wishing it was Sir making my cock burn and His cum coating my tongue. i will sleep well tonight, with His cum dried on my face and the linger of His scent in my room. i will sleep well and worship Sir Chris eternally in my dreams.
Sir Chris is my God. i had 20 minutes notice He was coming and i had to hurry for Him. i closed up the dogs. He just walks right in and calls for me and i am in the back. On my knees on the floor, head down, just jeans and my chain collar with a padlock keeping it on. Sir Chris carries the key to it. He is forceful, grabbing my collar and twisting so it cuts into my throat. i whimper which i know He likes, and when i look up He slaps my face hard enough to leave a print since He did not give me permission. i love Him. He pinches my mouth open and spits into me. i am His and i am owned.
Pushing me face first into the bed, Sir Chris grabs His riding crop from the nightstand and smacks it on the bed next to my head. The sound of it whistling in the air makes my cock so hard it may burst. i freeze, dreading it will hit me, praying for His ache. The burn of His love. i would do anything for Him.
Now naked except collar and back on my knees, i worship Sir Chris' perfect cock. It closes my throat off, so hard, so long, so big. He makes me look up and He fills my mouth with His spit again, spit for His cock. He knows how much i need Him in me. how much i need to consume Him. He will not let me suck His cock for long as He enjoys depriving me. i beg to suck His cock and He offers a deal. Kicking my knees further apart, He will use the crop on my balls now. For every hit i take, i have 5 seconds to lick His cock if i can. i arch my balls out, fully exposed. The first hit left a welt on my ball sack that i will feel for a week, but His cock tastes so good.
i take 13 hits as i love Him. my face has tear trails from the hits, but i do not cry out. He is proud i don't make noise. i give Him everything He will take. Suddenly jets of His cum coat my whole face. He rubs it in, and feeds me some from His fingers. He asks do i want it, and i open wide and He shares His spit right into my mouth. i am commanded with one word "clean", and i lick His cock and i savor the heft and the smooth skin and residual cum as i clean it. Sir's cum, cum i earned. 2 words, "balls deep", and my face buries in bush. His hot piss begins to flow and i swallow it all, fighting to breathe. my body needs oxygen, but my soul needs to consume Him more. Taking every drop i am grateful, knowing i earned it or Sir would not have fed me. Sir is proud tonight. my hunger to please Him is temporarily fed.
After He leaves, i shelter my aching balls. my poor cock is red and feels raw. i can only stand to rub the tip and i cum into my hand. i eat it. All the time wishing it was Sir making my cock burn and His cum coating my tongue. i will sleep well tonight, with His cum dried on my face and the linger of His scent in my room. i will sleep well and worship Sir Chris eternally in my dreams.
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