Ask and ye shall receive…I wanted to be pushed further and yesterday Master pushed me farther than I ever imagined I could go. Interestingly, I stumbled across this video on a fetish website last week in which a woman joyously submits herself to an incredibly violent throat fucking. My arousal at watching it as well as the appreciation expressed on the site really allowed me to free myself from any worries about being gross or getting pushed to far.
I was disappointed when Jason revealed that we only had about half an hour to play…I had been expecting a couple hours and had high hopes to be properly tied, flogged, and fucked. But of course the possibility of being interrupted also came with its own new pleasures. He sat down on the couch and ordered me to my knees. “You can’t wait to feel my cock in your throat, can you?” he said as I ran my finally healed tongue ring across his neck and around his ear.
He stood up and I instinctively put my arms behind my back. When he presented his cock to me I waited for his instruction, kissing it gently but he had no patience for foreplay today. He grabbed my head and forced it into my mouth. I ran the stud around the head and along the veins just as he had instructed in his assignment. My hands flew apart and he said, “I’m not going to tie you because I’m not sure how long we have but I want you to keep your hands behind your back. They should be touching each other at all times.”
I liked this new assignment, though it required a lot more concentration than I had to use before, freed by my bonds. The first time his dick hit the back of my throat I felt so thankful that I could please him in this way again. I tried hard to concentrate on moving my tongue around whenever I wasn’t gagging, but he was relentless. Over and over again I gagged. Deeper and deeper he pushed. Despite the tears I kept my eyes open, wanting him to see in them the fear, the joy, and the trust. I couldn’t see his face as he loomed over me but he was obviously watching my hands. The first time they escaped from behind my back he reached into my shirt and pinched my nipple hard.
He gave me time to breathe but just barely. When he pulled back the saliva poured copiously out of my mouth as he expressed appreciation. He told me how much my suffering pleasured him, how good it felt when my throat closed on his cock. And though I started wondering what the safeword was, his encouragement and my desire to please him kept me steady, even as my body protested and the fear rose inside me. In fact, I was honored to be allowed to endure this for his pleasure.
As my body protested, however, my hands would not obey. They flew up and nearly pushed him away as I somehow worked his cock out of my mouth for a moment. “Sorry,” I stuttered, racing my hands back to their place and opening my mouth to receive him again. Plunging it back inside he smacked my face hard.
I whimpered and sobbed a little bit but I hoped he understood that I was strong, strong enough to pleasure him fully without giving up. I know in my mind that that it is foolish to play without a safeword, but I can’t believe that I would ever bring myself to utter it anyway. For better or worse, I trust that he can tell exactly when I can’t take any more.
He told me he was coming and I waited as he froze. It seemed like the moment lasted forever as he crested the peak of his orgasm until I felt the spasms against my tongue. I moved it around, hoping the stud would enhance it somehow. When the last of the juice was in my mouth I continued to flick at it until he pulled it out and put his pants back on.
As I tuned back in to reality I found huge wet spots on my pants and shirt from where I’d let the saliva and whatever else poured out of me run down. He told me the tongue stud was very nice and I was relieved that I had endured that pain and the waiting for good cause. In fact he had fucked it right out, though I didn’t realize till a few minutes later, the ball had come unscrewed!
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