The Workday: Part I
6:55AM: The slowly intensifying hum of the vibrator wrapping from my g-spot to my clit wakes me. I crawl out of bed, careful not to moan as I move with the vibrator remaining right where Sir placed it the night before. I walk gingerly to the bathroom, remove the vibe long enough to relieve and clean myself, before replacing it. I brush my teeth and quietly return to our room, ready to wake Sir for the day.
7AM: I approach from the bottom of the bed. He’s on his side, long brown hair falling in curls across his pillow. I resist the urge to kiss his slightly pouted lips and slip under the covers next to him, my lips at the level of his semi-hard cock. I smile to myself as I take it into my mouth and suck while slowly pulling back. I feel him shift and hear a quiet sigh escape his lips before his sleepy hand reaches down to find my head and stroke my hair.
“Good girl,” he mumbles, voice still gravelly from sleep. Some mornings, he stills my head before he becomes fully erect and relieves himself into my waiting mouth before allowing me to continue with stroking and sucking him. Today, I feel him start to rock his hips as his dick swells. I can feel my pussy, wet and wanting, clamp down on the vibe as my tongue laps up the first drop of precum.
“Do you have any meetings today, baby?” Sir asks as his hips begin to pick up speed. I give a soft nod indicating, “No.”
“Good, I want you in your leathers, then,” he responds, his voice catching midsentence as I continued to lick and suck his dick, pulling it deep into my mouth. His hand shifts from stroking my hair, to holding it tight as he begins to thrust deeper.
I open my mouth and throat as wide as I can as he takes control. The vibe on my clit and the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of my mouth as he fucks me are pushing me towards climax.
“You don’t have permission to cum, yet,” Sir says between clenched teeth as he continues to thrust. I do my best to try and delay the inevitable, but I can feel the orgasm starting to build as my legs begin to tremble. He stops suddenly, keeps my face pressed against his stomach, his cock fully down my throat, “You *don’t* have permission to cum.”
I can’t breathe when he’s that deep and it takes all my focus to keep my throat relaxed so I don’t gag. He holds me there for what feels like forever, but was actually less than 30 seconds, then pulls back and lets me catch my breath. As I pull air into my lungs, I realize this has had the intended effect of shifting my focus from my clit and pussy and back to my throat and, most importantly, his dick.
He thrusts back in, this time fucking my face hard without stopping until I start to feel him pour his cum down my throat, pulling back slightly to fill my hungry mouth. He smiles down at me as I swallow and lick and suck him clean.
He pulls me up to kiss me and reaches his hand between my legs to pull the vibe out, turning it off as he sets it on the nightstand. I can’t help but pout slightly at its removal when I was right on the edge.
“Oh no, poor baby!” He laughs as he kisses my neck, suddenly thrusting two fingers into me.
“Your pussy is so wet and needy, right now,” he teases.
I moan and rock my hips into him as he picks up speed, his fingers fucking me as his thumb rubs my clit.
“But, what I want to know,” he continues, his voice becoming less playful, “is would you have cum if I hadn’t stopped you?”
And with that, he pulls his fingers out of my pussy and shoves them into my mouth.
“Because, I think your pussy took over and forgot the rules, forgot the purpose of your mouth on my cock in the morning. Did your pussy forget?”
I nod my head indicating, “No,” as I suck his fingers.
“Get on your knees, head down, ass up. Now,” he barks, pulling his fingers out of my mouth and getting out of bed. He walks to the closet and walks back with the cane in his hands.
“Please, Sir, I didn’t forget, I just… I just didn’t know how to stop it, please,” I plead, my eyes glued to the cane in his hand.
“I found a way to stop you.”
“Yes, Sir, “ I reply, feeling ashamed that he had to step in and make me follow the rules.
“Knees farther apart.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I close my eyes and brace myself for the coming blows. I take a deep breath in. The first strike lands across my right butt cheek as I exhale.
“Count.”
“One,” I say, my voice small with pain and humiliation.
The second lands in the same place on the other side.
“Two,” I say a little louder as I breathe through it.
I see Sir walk to my side, place a hand over where he just struck, as he pulls back and lands the third strike across my pussy.
“Ahhh!” I cry out, tears springing to the corners of my eyes, my head swimming with a mix of stinging pain and pleasure. I hear him start to speak and quickly call out, “Three!”
“Good girl. I would hate to have to start again.”
He steps to my other side and brings the next strike down diagonally across my pussy.
“Four!” I cry out, rocking my hips to try and help manage the sensation.
Sir pauses, examines the rod in his hand, smiles, and says, “Your cunt is so wet,” and licks my wetness from the cane.
“You taste so good. It’s a shame we have to spend our limited time giving your pussy a needed reminder when I could have spent it licking you until you came—WITH. PERMISSION.”
As he spoke those last two words he brought down two quick, hard strikes along the center of my slit.
“AHHHHhhhh!” I shout, panting, tears spilling down my cheeks.
“Five…six!” I cry out between pants.
7:30 AM: “I need to get ready for work. Clean up, get dressed, and bring breakfast into the office. I have a meeting to prepare for.”
“Yes, Sir.”
More to cum…
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