[FM] Morning blowjob for my Master

I’m shy to share this memory of an encounter last September.

My writing is usually for His eyes only. I have never breathed a word to anyone about our arrangement. The rule is simple. I do whatever He wants, whenever it suits him.

Even if it’s difficult. I have give Him my all.

Today, his desire has me waiting in the parking lot of a strip mall near his hotel. He’s in the city on business. He subjects me to a punishing itinerary when we happen to be in the same area code.

Last night he pressed me over a couch and fucked my tight ass. Today, He has ordered me to wear a teardrop shaped but plug while I serve him.

I snap my collar on. A token of his control over me. Even though we aren’t physically together I am on his time.

I called into work late, drove 45 minutes out of my way, just to be available to him on the off chance he would like me to serve him this morning.

An hour passes before he sends for me via text. He does require my mouth this morning. I fix my hair in the mirror and avoid my own gaze. I’m about to get throat fucked and who knows what else.I present myself to his hotel room, bag if sex toys in hand.

I knock twice,and am swiftly let in the room. He’s wearing a robe. I evert my eyes. I dare not look at him without permission. He indicates for me to kneel in front of him as he settles on the couch.

I yearn to lick every inch of his pulsing cock. I wait for my orders. I’m on his time. He chooses what we do. Every time.

He doesn’t waste a moment with bothering to undress me. He puts me to use immediately by opening his robe and exposing his throbbing cut cock. The second I sank to my knees he wedged his member in my open mouth.

‘Suck my dick you dirty whore. ‘

At once, I press my warm pink tongue against his shaft. I angle my head and plunge my mouth down his length. I wrap my lips around the base of his cock. I relax my throat and prepare for a battering.

I like it when this man coaxes me to fulfill his needs. I want to be used and taken advantage of. I burn to be part of his morning routine. I offer my throat as best I can. He dictates the speed of my strokes by guiding me with a clenched fist of my hair.

I struggle to keep up with his desire. I gag and choke, as I yearn to please Him. I am careful never to take my mouth off of his shaft. My saliva drenches his lap. My throat begins to ache as my head bobs in His lap.

My lips belong to his pleasure. I spread them soft and open around His cock. I need to be treated like this. I have been reduced to a sex toy.

In one swift move he takes his cock out of my mouth and looks at me sternly. He and slaps me across the face. Hard.

‘No teeth’ he demands.

I look up offering a silent apology. He spits on my face emphatically, and motions for me to continue my duty.

I’m humiliated.

My heart is racing, my cheek is stinging from the blow. Did he leave a mark?

I resume giving him a deep sloppy, eager blow job,and put other thoughts out of my mind… if I disappoint him again, he is sure to whip me with His belt. I must focus.

He’s pumping his cock in my mouth. He likes to guide my head with his hands. Sometimes slowing my pace. I tremble benith Him every time he forces me to stop, and give him eye contact. My eyes water as I take him in, and meet his gaze.

He toys with me. He takes total control and commands every lick, and plunge my mouth takes on his hard cock. He commands me to stop, and start the slow cock sucking according to his mood.

His cock flexes in my mouth, and I can taste his precum. I feel especially degraded when he uses my mouth slowly. The more he demands, the more I submissive I get.

I like to be improved upon. He deserves my best, and I yearn for his praise.

Before I was His trained girl, He would ask my permission to cum on my neck or face or tits. I loved the thrill of indulging Him.

Now that I am His submissive, he doesn’t ask permission to use me. I instantly change my hair or dress according to His whims. The more I aquyes the better I feel.

I keep my soggy mouth moving under his instructive touch. I bounce His cock head against the back of my throat rapidly. I feel his hips flex into my face. His hand grips the back of my head as he coats the back of my throat with three great spurts.

He reclines on the couch and dismisses me immediately.

“You may go”

I swallow thickly, and rise to collect my things.

He is done with me.

I smile as I slip out of the room, and move down the hall. I fix my skirt and tug my bra into place in the elevator.

I feel lightheaded as I move through the lobby. My head is buzzing. I have served my purpose. For now.

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