Thankfully, he didn’t make me respond as hepicked up another object that looked like a ball. As he shook it, I wassurprised to hear a tinkling bell. “You’re going to hold this while I’m playingwith you. If you drop the ball, everything stops.”
So a safeword and some kind of sadistictorture device at the same time.
I was going to have to make sure I paidattention to everything he was doing.
Master’s chuckle said my face hadn’t beenas quiet as my mouth had been. “I knew you’d appreciate how cautious I wasgoing to be with you.”
Nodding, I swallowed and tried to soundbelievable. “Yes, Master. Thank you.”
There was no point in starting the scenealready in trouble. I had a feeling he was going to push me no matter what, andI wanted to be on his good side when we began.
Naughty sluts didn’t get to come…only goodones did.
The expression he was wearing said thatwould be hard, though.
“That’s my good boy.” The hungry look inhis eyes had me wanting to moan, but seeing how much he wanted me and how hewas reacting to thoughts of whatever he was going to do to me had me wishing Iwas kneeling at his feet.
“Hands behind your back.” As I obeyed,Master pulled cuffs out of his pocket.
He was like theMacGyver of sex.
The simple act of having my handsrestrained behind my back had a quiet settling over me. By the time he had mehelpless with the gag in my mouth and the bell in my hands, I was in a relaxed,drifty place that had anything and everything sounding like a wonderful idea.All I wanted to do was make him happy.
As his hands stroked over my body, hepinched my nipples, making me moan behind the gag. “If you get overwhelmed oryou need to stop for any reason, drop the ball. If you fall over or lie back onthe bed, I’ll pause everything and take off the gag so you can tell me why weneed to slow down. Do you understand?”
Nodding, I focused on staying in the momentand obeying.
This was so much easier with a gag.
When he was certain I understood the rulesand how to stop the scene, he went back to stroking me. Chest. Back. Ass. Hetook his time caressing every inch until I was back to that drifty state wherereality was a bit removed and I couldn’t remember why I’d been nervous.
When everything was perfect and I couldn’tdecide if I was relaxed or aroused, pain jolted up my spine.
Yep, now I knew.
I was aroused.
It’d been just enough sensation to my dickto have every nerve ending standing up and begging, but it was nothing like thecrop. Focusing on the soft caress that was now teasing my cock, I looked downand saw a pencil.
So that was what he needed a pencil for.
As he stroked the tip of the eraser over myslit and down under the head of my dick, I had to tighten my muscles to makesure I didn’t move. I didn’t want to take the risk of even looking like I wasgoing to tip over.
At least not until I decided how much Iliked the new game we were playing.
“My sweet cockslut wanted a bit of painwith his pleasure tonight.” Master ran the eraser over the head of my dickagain, but that time as he teased me, he stayed right under the head. Thesensation was so overwhelming I couldn’t decide if it was pleasure or pain, andI found myself whimpering.
Master smiled, clearly loving my reactionwhich only made me fight harder to stay upright. “That’s my boy. If you’re verygood, I’m going to let you fall asleep with my dick in your mouth.”
Longing and something more tender washedover me. The promise of his dick was everything I wanted, but hearing hispraise as I shook and took the overwhelming sensations he was flooding throughme made everything even better.
“Look at how you’re shaking for me. I knowit’s difficult, but you’re doing such a good job.” My eyes lost focus as heteased that one small spot.
I’d always known I was sensitive there buttorturing myself had never been my thing, so I’d never focused on it before.
At some point I was going to decide whetherI liked it or not, right?
Just when I thought it was getting to betoo much, Master moved the pencil down my shaft and then before I could eventhink about it, he spanked my cock with the thin wood.
