“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“It’s okay.” He groans as he sits up. “Coffee, please. Bring it to me in the bathroom. We’ll take an extra-long shower this morning.” Then he chuckles. “Unless she wore you out last night.”
I’m a well-trained pet. My cock loves this routine and eagerly twitches. “She didn’t wear me out.”
“Good boy. Then get moving.”
I do. An hour later, we’ve both had orgasms, I’ve given him Susa’s good-morning kiss, and I’m driving us to campus in my car, because that’s what he drove over to Susa’s.
But Carter asks me to drop him off closer to the building where his first class is and tells me that I don’t need to get his door for him, because we’ll just hold up traffic.
“Are you all right, Sir?”
“I’ll be okay. The trip took more out of me than I thought. I should have had us walk yesterday—that was not smart for me to do. I’ll be okay. I try to push myself too hard.” He starts to reach for his door after the car stops but pauses. “Oh, you’ll go with Susa again today. Go back to the dorm after your last class and text her.”
Then he’s out before I can ask him more questions. The car pulling up behind me means I can’t throw it into park and go after him, either.
Dammit.
* * * *
This new, weird routine repeats. The difference is what happens at night between Susa and myself. She experiments with other paddles and floggers and implements they purchased in Las Vegas. She uses the vibrating butt plug on me while she teaches me how to give head to a realistic dildo. The deeper I go, the more enthusiasm I show, then the more pleasure I earn for myself. She feeds me my own cum and manages to make me beg for it by edging me, rewarding me.
It makes me wonder if there’s more that will be expected of me in the future.
I find that I don’t care, because I’m enjoying everything that we’re doing so much it completely drives me back to those sweetest, earliest depths of subspace.
She introduces me to strap-on play.
#loveit
She doesn’t, however, have intercourse with me. Not that I’m complaining, because she wrings me dry in many other ways, and I love going down on her.
#everyonesawinner
Every morning, Susa’s already awake and up and gone, replaced by Carter, and neither of them will give me a solid answer about when he arrived.
Needless to say, PT is off for the week.
#goodwithit
Friday evening is when everything changes in my world.
Again.
Susa plays with me for about an hour, getting me worked up, edging me, not letting me come and not getting herself off, either. She’s put on music instead of the TV, and I’m not blindfolded.
Finally, when I’m begging for relief while she plays with my cock, she sweetly smiles. “What will you do for it?”
“Anything, Ma’am!”
“Anything?”
Uh-oh. I wonder what I’m setting myself up for, but I remember that mindfucks are allowed, and they’ll never cross my hard limits, either one of them.
“Anything, Ma’am.”
“Good.” She buckles my bit gag on me, then sits back and smiles down at me. “Wait here.”
