He seemed a little surprised at that one, but not unhappy with the answer. “Hm. Good to know,” he said. “One more tricky question; you said yesterday that dimari are not allowed to masturbate. Because your master controls your pleasure.”
“Yes, sir,” I confirmed. The idea of my master controlling my body made my cock twitch.
“So… if I gave you permission to masturbate, would you then be allowed to? Or would it still be forbidden?”
“I would be allowed to,” I answered easily. “As part of our sexual training, we were taught that some masters may enjoy watching us pleasure ourselves. The act itself is not a problem; it’s the need for the master to control it.”
Despite the very obvious connotations of the conversation, I was not prepared for what my master said next. “Okay, then I’m giving you permission to masturbate.”
My cock swelled at the news. “Now?” I asked, not quite sure I understood him. “Or at some other time?” The instruction itself had been phrased oddly. He was not commanding me to do it, but rather giving me permission. The difference between the two was subtle, but important.
“At any time,” my master said, and then hastily added, “within certain limitations. It should be somewhere private – ideally at home, not in front of any windows without the curtains closed, not in front of any guests. If we’re away from home for several days, you might opt to do it in your room at the base. My point is, it’s generally a private thing that can be done in front of me, or alone.” He watched me carefully. “Do you understand?” he asked, then once again corrected himself. “If you have any questions, please ask them. I would like you to understand this, and if you don’t understand, then that means I need to explain it better.”
I was deeply uncomfortable with the idea of questioning my master. But he had commanded me to ask any questions I had, and I didn’t want to misunderstand what he was giving me permission to do, lest I inadvertently disobey him at a later date. “Are you saying that for the foreseeable future, I’m allowed to masturbate as often as I wish, provided that it’s in an appropriately private place?”
“So long as it doesn’t interfere with other necessary activities,” he clarified. “If there’s housework to do, for example, I would expect that to be done first. But aside from that, yes. Any other questions?”
There was one, blazing bright and loud in my mind, but it took me a few moments to find the words to express the idea. “Why do you wish me to have permission to do that?” Good dimari did not ask why. I was here to obey, not to question. But since I had been ordered to ask my questions…
He took a slow breath, seeming to contemplate the answer deeply. “Because it’s entirely possible that I won’t be here all the time to see to your needs. And I don’t want you to be unnecessarily frustrated if I’m not available.”
“Under what sort of circumstances would you anticipate not being available?” I asked. This was thoroughly confusing.
“Well, there’s always the possibility I’ll be sent on a mission without you. I think we will be working together a lot of the time, but I can’t guarantee it’ll be every mission. But a more likely scenario is if I’m injured. If I’m in hospital for a while, or if my injuries stop me from doing certain physicalactivities, then it allows you to take care of your own needs. But I want to make the point,” he added, “that I’m not just giving you permission for times when I’m not here. It’s for anytime, within the guidelines I listed. And also,” he went on, when I thought the news he’d already given me was shocking enough, “if we’re doing anything sexual together, then you have my permission to climax whenever you’re ready. You don’t have to wait for me to come first, or for any particular milestone. Just whenever you’re ready.”
I blinked at him, trying to get the idea to settle in my head. It was a ridiculously generous offer. But I had to admit, there was a certain practicality to the first part of it, at least, given my master’s career. If he worked in an office, or some such mundane location, such provisions would probably not be necessary.
Then again, perhaps my master wanted me to be clear-headed for the obviously dangerous missions we would be working on, rather than being distracted by my body’s demands. I had the stray thought that so long as my master continued to touch me himself from time to time, I wouldn’t be disappointed about being allowed to do it myself.
But being allowed to come at any time during sex with him? The idea buoyed me, if for no other reason than that it firmly implied that there would be more sex with him. But the degree of control he was giving up was confusing. He’d said that humans didn’t usually buy dimari. Did they not like to be in control? Was there some cultural standard I wasn’t aware of here? I thought about asking more questions… but I couldn’t figure out how to phrase them. How did I ask a question about something I didn’t know, if I didn’t know if the thing even existed?
“Kade? Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, because I did understand what he expected of me, even if the reasoning behind it was blurry. “Thank you, sir,” I added, because surely that was the polite response to such a gift?
My master glanced down the bed, to where there was now a prominent tent in the sheets. He placed his hand on my chest, then ran it down under the sheets, but stopped before he got to my groin. His skin was warm against my abdomen, and the heat made my cock throb all the more.
My master smiled. The expression seemed to hold genuine joy, rather than anything cruel or manipulative. “Did you enjoy the shower yesterday?” he asked.
Did Ienjoyit? What did that even mean? My job was to ensure my master’s pleasure, not my own. What was the correct response? Did he want me to have enjoyed it? Or was I supposed to say no, to avoid coming across as greedy and demanding? I didn’t understand what he wanted. But then I considered that he wasn’t necessarily referring to him touching me. Ihad touched him as well, and given him pleasure, and I had enjoyed that very much. “Yes,” I said eventually. “I did.”
The answer seemed to please him. His dark eyes crinkled slightly at the corners, and his lips quirked upwards. His hand slid down a fraction further, rubbing gently against the very base of my cock. I was naked beneath the sheets, because I’d had no suitable nighttime clothes to put on.
“Would you like to try something a little more advanced?” His tone was sultry, but he was watching me intently.
I was flustered, after all the discussion we’d already had. “What sort of something?” I asked, before I could realise that it wasn’t quite the correct response. I should have said, ‘Yes, sir’, because whatever he was going to ask of me, I would obey without question. But even so, it wasn’t a rude or disobedient answer. It was merely asking for clarification on his orders.
“I was thinking something involving my mouth.”
I grinned, and before I could think better of it, I blurted out, “I’m very good with my mouth.”
My master burst out laughing, even as I wanted to die of embarrassment for having made such a bold claim. My trainers had said often that I had a talented mouth, but ultimately, that was for my master to decide, not them.
But it seemed my master wasn’t put out by my boasting. “I’m glad to hear it,” he said. I braced myself, expecting him to give me an order to use my mouth on some particular part of his body, but instead, he sat up, pulled the sheets off my body, and shuffled down the bed a little. His eyes roamed over my erection. “Remember, Kade; you’re allowed to come whenever you’re ready.”
I opened my mouth to point out that I was supposed to be the one making him come… but before I could get a single word out, he leaned down over me and sucked half my length into his mouth. My breath hitched in my throat, and I gasped out a moan. I’d expected that after having been quite thoroughly satisfied yesterday, my desire would have dimmed a little.
That was clearly not the case. I felt hypersensitive, a sudden rush of lust coursing through my balls and up my shaft. My master was… Stars above, he had his mouth on my…
