Orgasms.
Punishments.
Wait. Did I want to be punished?
Before I could finish forming the question in my head, Master’s grip on my neck got firmer and my head felt floaty again. “That’s right. All you need to do is follow my instructions. Nothing else matters, does it?”
I managed to shake my head, but I wasn’t sure that was the correct response until he made a pleased sound and started walking us toward the kitchen. “Yes, you’re going to be my good boy and submit completely to your Master.”
It wasn’t really a question but I nodded anyway because whatever he was planning sounded perfect to me. “I...I will, Master.”
Somehow, we made it into the kitchen without my running into anything stupid or orgasming, but he scattered my brains again as he led me over to the counter. “Just ignore the staff. They’ll get used to seeing you naked eventually.”
God.
My body flashed hot and cold before reality tuned back in and he turned me around to lift me up on the counter. My ass settled on what was probably a towel of some sort instead of the counter, which said I hadn’t been paying nearly enough attention to what was going on around me.
But he was making that so difficult.
He even gave me anotherinnocent virgin on their wedding nightkiss and smiled tenderly. “I’m going to make it even easier for you. Close your eyes.”
I obeyed and heard him open a drawer, but it didn’t take long to figure out what he was doing.
He’d blindfolded me.
“There we go.” Fingers gently trailed down my face and neck like he was learning about his new horse. “Now you don’t have to worry about all the stares you’re getting.”
His staff.
My Master’s staff.
And he could do whatever he wanted with me while they watched and no one would say a thing because he’d saved me and I was his.
“All you need to worry about is being sweet and looking pretty for me.” His tender tone made the scene feel even dirtier somehow. “Hands right here so you don’t hide your body from me. And remember, don’t worry about how many people can see you.”
As I groaned, he moved my hands so they were resting flat on the counter and spread my legs a few inches wider. “That’s right. All you need to worry about is looking nice for me, so legs spread and make sure this little guy stays nice and pretty for me.”
The way he trailed one finger along my erection made it clear whatlittle guyhe was talking about. All I could do was whimper and try not to fuck myself against his hand. He chuckled and made a happy sigh. “That’s right. Good boy. As long as you stay pretty for me while we have a treat, I’ll give you a nice reward later.”
I managed a nod but nothing else was working. Master didn’t seem to be worried about a ridiculous thing like words, though. He knew what he wanted and he was going to take it because it was his due.
Best Master ever.
“Now, stay very still and just ignore the sounds of everyone watching you.” He gave the tip of my cock a tap and chuckled again when I wiggled. “Such a responsive little thing.”
For some reason, I could feel my face heating up and that only made my dick harder. Master’s chuckle wasn’t making it any easier either. “So cute.”
I was either going to crawl under the table or come if he kept it up...maybe both?
Would both get me a spanking?
A punishment?
What kind of punishment would Master give me?
As my brain whirled off in a thousand dirty directions, I heard movement around the kitchen, dishes rattling, drawers opening, the fridge...there could’ve been a dozen people walking around based on all the sounds.
A dozen servants watching the new possession their Master had brought home.
