Master’s smirk widened, but he ignored mybehavior and stroked my cheek instead. Leaning into his touch, I let my eyelidslower and just relaxed as he caressed me. Aside from being his cockwarmer inthe evenings, just kneeling for him while he touched me was the best part of myday.
He kept up the wonderfully possessivecaresses and just seemed to want me to be still and relax, so soon it got moreand more difficult to keep the floaty feeling away. It was almost like beinghis cockwarmer, but I had to have more brain cells running for the time being.
“That’s my good boy.” Master leaned over,kissing my forehead, making me realize how fuzzy my brain had become.
Blinking several times, I stared up at himand just waited. In any other situation waiting was almost painful, but not withhim like this. This was completely different from anything else in my life andthat just made it even more special.
“You wanted to feel more grounded and moremine. Is that correct?” His words weren’t casual and I knew he’d been listeningbefore, so I nodded.
“Yes, Master.”
What was he thinking?
“Tell me what your safewords are.”
What?
“Red stops everything. Yellow slows thingsdown and green means I’m good.” Just speaking the words had every nerve endingsitting up and sparking. It sent a shiver through me and I had to fight theurge to wiggle.
“Will I get mad if you tell me thatsomething is too much or too soon?” The words were even and careful, but Icould almost see the energy in him building.
What had he done?
Yep.
Death by anticipation.
“No, Master.” I took a steadying breath,forcing my brain to work. “You’ll only be upset at me if I don’t safeword whenI should. We don’t have to rush, but we don’t have to take things too slow. Thesafewords make sure we’re on the same page.”
“That’s right.” He gave me another kiss,stroking my cheek and down my neck before sitting back.
“Now, I already know you’re mine.” Hisfingers moved over the box in his hand, not that I was watching. “But occasionallythere are times that a Master will show his boy in a very physical way thathe’s owned and wanted.”
I was going to be good.
Breathing was good. I couldn’t pass out.
“That ownership might be through spankingsor controlling little things like picking out clothes.” More strokes over thebox…more air in and out.
I was going to be good.
Breathe.
No fidgeting.
“Sometimes there are bigger ways a Mastermight show his ownership.” Master’s gaze wandered down my body, settling on mygroin before moving back up. “He might only let his boy eat out of his hand.”
I was going to be good.
Breathe.
No fidgeting.
No begging him to hurry.
“He might do something like keep his boy’scock restrained anytime it’s not needed.” Master glanced down at my dick beforesmiling as it jerked, then he looked up at my face again. “There are so manyother ways that a boy can give his Master pleasure or get pleasure from hisMaster.”
Was he going to lock me up?
