Chapter 38

The oral training had become both my greatest struggle and my deepest obsession.

On Friday night, Nick decided to test how far I had come.

After I had served him dinner on my knees and cleaned the kitchen while wearing only the heavy training collar and the chastity belt, he led me to the bedroom by the front D-ring.

“You’ve been working very hard,” he said, his voice warm with approval. “Tonight, your Master is going to reward you for your progress.”

My heart leapt with desperate hope.

He had me kneel in the centre of the room with my hands raised to my sides. He didn’t bind me. Instead, he simply told me to hold the position. Then he sat on the edge of the bed and freed himself.

“Show me how much you’ve improved,” he commanded softly. “Use everything you’ve learned. And remember — you still need permission to cum.”

I took him into my mouth with renewed determination. The taste was familiar now, but the weeks of training had made a noticeable difference. I relaxed my throat better, used my tongue with more skill, and managed to take him deeper than before without gagging as violently. My raised hands trembled from the effort of holding position. The heavy collar pressed into my throat with every bob of my head. The chastity belt kept me dripping and desperate.