I’d have probably complained about that,just getting myself in more trouble, but thankfully the plug stopped me. Everythought flew out of my head as his fingers spread my cheeks and the smooth toyslipped inside me.
“Yes, my boy knows how to take a toy forhis Master. That’s my good boy.” The sweet words were kind of crazy consideringwhat we were doing, but for some fucked-up reason it didn’t seem to matter whyhe was praising me, my brain just loved it.
And so did my dick.
He was trying to get in on the action, butthe restraint made it clear he was just for show for now.
He wasn’t going to appreciate that in thelong run.
Letting out a slow breath as Stuart slidthe rest of the toy deep inside me, I had to remind myself to relax andbreathe. When it was fully seated, he stroked over my cheeks, giving me achance to get used to the sensation. “How does that feel?”
Full.
But that wasn’t what he was asking.
“Good, Master.” My answer had him pattingmy ass, jostling the toy just enough to make me moan as I clenched around it.
“I can see that.” The delight in his voicejust made me feel even sexier and more submissive.
“Alright, stand up slowly.” As Istraightened and tried to get used to the feeling, as well as the idea that hewas watching me, Stuart kissed my head and walked over to the pantry.
What was he doing?
I was really going to have to make betterchoices about when to drive him nuts.
Bringing out a tiny broom and dustpan thatlooked incredibly impractical for anything other than a few grains of rice onthe floor, he smiled. “Hands and knees, imp. It’s time to see how sexy mylittle slave looks on his knees.”
Yep, the kitchen was clearly not the placeto frustrate Master.
Lesson learned.
Lowering myself to the floor, I took up aposition on all fours and waited. With the padded protection on my hands andknees, it wasn’t uncomfortable, just awkward.
And kind of sexy.
I was most definitely just an object forMaster to play with at this point.
“Perfect.” Stroking one hand over my backand ass, he teased around the base of the plug as he crouched down beside me,chuckling as I shivered and moaned. “Yes, this is going to be much better thanjust having you sit for me.”
I was an idiot.
Responding didn’t seem to be necessary or agood idea at this point, so I waited as he caressed me and just enjoyedtouching me. After a few moments, he set the dustpan and whiskbroom down infront of me.
“One in each hand. I want to see youcrawling around cleaning up the kitchen.” He kissed my head lovingly. “Thatshould keep you from getting bored.”
As I quietly groaned, he stroked my assagain. “And you look so sexy like this; it will give me something pretty towatch.”
One day I’d learn to keep my mouth shut,right?
“Thank you, Master.” That earned a pat onmy ass as he stood.
Grabbing on to the damned things wasn’t aseasy as he seemed to think it was, though. The mitts made it hard to grabanything and I was using my arms for balance, so it was definitely awkward. ButI was learning to manage until the damned plug started vibrating.
Shit.
The dustpan and broom slipped out of myhands as I arched up and moaned. The shift had it mashing into my prostate andI could feel precum beading on the tip of my dick.
“Do you have permission to come?” Master’svoice brought me back to reality and I forced my back and ass to relax.
