Chapter 7

Saturday – Good Morning

I woke Saturday morning with my cock in her mouth. She was still nursing, my cockhead filling her mouth, her tongue wrapping my shaft. She was sucking lazily. I was on my back and her cunt was pressing on my knee. Somehow she felt me awake and her hands went to grasp her ankles and she pulled on them, forcing her torso to grind on my body.

“Good morning, Master,” she mumbled around my cock. I reached down and tangled my fist in her long platinum hair.

“Less talk, more sucking,” I told her as I pushed down on her head. “You know that after I cum, first thing in the morning, I’ll need to piss.” I felt her grind her clit on my leg at this news. She sucked harder, worked her tongue faster around my semi-hard cock.

“If it comes out of my cock, I want it,” she said. She popped the cock out of her mouth to say it. “I’ve seen momma take your morning pee and let it dribble out from her mouth. It dribbles down her chest and falls down her crotch and go in the toilet.”

“When have you seen that, bitchling?”

“I sneak into your bedroom and sometimes you leave the bathroom door open.”

“You come sneak into the bedroom when your mom services me?”

“Yes, master. I have to know what you need.”

“You deserve to be punished for that.”

“Yes, sir.”

She had violated one of my rules by taking the cock from her cocksucking mouth, and for sneaking into her mother’s bedroom. I slapped her left and right, with my cock rubbing her lips as her head snapped to and fro. I slapped her again. Her thighs opened wider, and her hands pulled on her ankles. She rubbed her clit even harder against me.

“Thank you, Master. May I have another. Or maybe two?” I acquiesced and hit her harder, leaving a hand print on her cheeks. “Thank you, Sir. I love it when you handle me like your property. I remember all your rules.” She captured the cock as it rubbed across her lips. She caught it between her lips as I slapped her again. “But mommy said it was okay.”

“She did? Why?”

“I don’t know. But she said I had to know all the things you liked.”

“Why did you come to me?”

“Like I said: I wanted you to be my master. I want to learn to be a perfect slave. Am I pleasing to you, master?”

“You are learning everything I’ve asked of you. You’re a very good slave.” That was true, but the news about her mother’s instructions to her daughter was news to me. Well, it got me thinking, and thinking is something you shouldn’t do when you getting a blowjob.

I cast my mind back over the conversation. “Why did you call it ‘my cock?’” I slapped her again, lessening the blow, as I pushed into her mouth.

“It is mine, Sir,” she mumbled.

“Blowjob deep only, slave. Until it is very hard.” It filled her mouth now, as the cockhead expanded as her tongue worked it’s magic.

It wasn’t long before I grasped her head between my hands and pushed my cock into her throat. She took it when I pushed deep, and then settled into a nursing position. The conditioning mouth-fuck position. Just a few inches. I slipped the earbuds into her ears. I felt when she slid into a state of mindless sucking, listening to the words being pumped into her, even as my cock was sliding into her mouth.

‘You love having your master’s cock in your mouth. You can suck on it, gently. It’s the only cock that will ever be in your mouth. Feel it sliding over your tongue. You wish he’d take control of your head, and push his cock deep, deep in your throat. It feel so good when it’s deep. When he controls your head, it makes you so hot. Each second that he’s deep in your throat makes your clit throb with need. The need to cum. But you CAN’T cum, bitchling. Your cums belong to your master. After he cums in your throat ... After that hot, slick, cum slithers down your throat. That’s when you can beg for your release.’

Over and over ‘til she can’t think of anything else.

Fifteen minutes of conditioning. Then I grabbed her long platinum pony tail and forced my cock into her mouth. She welcomed it, and I could feel her crotch push against my leg. She still couldn’t take it all ... that would come.

I exploded in her throat, and as she gagged on my cock, her throat closed in an involuntary convulsion. One, two, three ... and finally four shots of my essence coated her throat.

I looked down and met her eyes. I could see her need. The need to breathe. The almost desperate need to cum.

I was still hard, but hard with my need to piss. I pulled out of her mouth.

“Pleeeaasssee, Master. Can you let me cum. I was a good slave.”

I nearly jumped out of the bed, dragging her by her platinum locks. She stumbled after me, into the toilet. “Sit, girl. Open your legs!”

I stood in front of her, and aimed my stream at the faint blonde hair that tried to cover her sex.