After a moment he smiled. “No gag reflex. Ithink you’re going to be a very good cocksucker.”
Yep, he was trying to make me come just sohe could punish me. He’d talked too much about the idea of a cock cage for itto be just idle chatter.
The beautifully dirty words sent anothershiver through me as I curled back into him. “Thank you, Master.”
He thought I’d be a good cocksucker.
No one had ever thought of me like that.
Master caressed down my chest as I snuggledcloser before stroking his wet finger over my nipple. “You’re welcome.”
Kissing my head, he gave me a hug beforestepping back and taking my hand. “Come on. Let’s see how good that ass ofyours looks when it’s nice and red.”
My dick loved the idea.
My head thought I should have thoughtthings through a bit more.
My legs decided walking was too muchtrouble and started making my muscles twitch.
Thankfully, it turned out that we didn’thave to go far.
Master let go of my hand as we walked overto the bed. When he pulled at a bench that was at the foot of the bed, Iactually looked at it. “Master, wasn’t this in the living room the other day?”
“Yes.” He glanced at me, smiling, beforegoing back to moving it around. “But I brought it up here because I thoughtyou’d preferred to get spanked in my bedroom rather than in the living room.”
The odd response made more sense as he keptmoving it around and what had seemed like a regular, albeit chunky, piece offurniture turned into a spanking bench. I’d seen enough online to recognizewhat it was. I’d just never imagined seeing one in person.
“It’s a spanking bench, Master?” I steppedaround to get a better look since he hadn’t told me to stay still.
“Yes, the artist that did most of the BDSMfurniture in the club built it for me.” He stroked his hands lovingly over theleather I’d been leaning against. “Come here.”
My legs were still trying to renegotiatetheir contract, but I managed to get from point A to point B withoutembarrassing myself. If it took a bit longer than it probably should have,Stuart didn’t say anything.
I knew he could feel the way my body wasshaking as he stroked my hand, but he didn’t say anything about it. I wasgrateful for the way he just tried to subtly help me instead of making me talkabout it because I had no idea why it felt like I was getting ready to bungeejump off a bridge.
Moving behind me, he wrapped his armsaround me and pointed low on the bench. “Your knees go there and you’ll relaxover the rest. Do you see where your chest and arms will go?”
Nodding, I could easily envision how mybody would look…especially how my ass would be arched out and displayed. “Yes,Master.”
His hands stroked over my chest beforemoving over to caress down my sides. “You’re going to look so sexy.”
There was no way to miss the thick erectionpressing against me, and for some reason that made me feel more confident.Master wanted me. Just thinking about seeing me bent over was turning him on.Being able to feel that deep in me instead of just speculating about it settledsomething inside me.
“Are you ready to get your first spanking, imp?”He kissed my neck, sending another wave of sensation through me. “You’re goingto look so sexy when you submit for your spanking.”
“What happens if I ask you to stop or if Icry? I might not like pain.” I really had no idea how I was going to respond,and that was quickly becoming my primary concern.
“Does telling me no stop anything?” Thesimple question made me still and really think.
“No, my safeword stops something.” Juststaying that out loud made me feel better.
“So even if you’re crying and frustrated,nothing stops unless you safeword or I decide I want to do something else.” Hekissed my neck again. “Will I be angry if you safeword?”
I shook my head. The answer was easy. “No. You’llbe mad if I don’t use it when I should have, though.”
“That’s right. This is about trust on bothsides.” He stroked his hand lower and ran it slowly over my dick, making memoan. “It might hurt and feel good at the same time or it might hurt but youlove it because you know you’re pleasing me, but no matter how you feel, noresponse is wrong.”
“I’ve always liked tests with clear rightand wrong answers best.” My response had Stuart chuckling.
