In the future, I was going to have to remember not to brag too much about being good.
I knew that was probably how I’d ended up in this situation, but I wasn’t smart enough to figure out how to get out of it. “But, Master...”
Nothing.
How was my head so empty? It was usually a very busy place.
He raised an eyebrow and reached one arm out to lean against the wall in a veryfuck around and find outkind of way.
He’d definitely been a bouncer.
Somehow that helped my hand find my dick and as the two got reacquainted, Master’s smirk came back. “Much better, slut.”
Making him happy made me feel good...even when it was torture.
It felt so good to please him that I moaned and shivered, but the way my fingers were cleaning the head of my cock probably didn’t hurt.
Master wanted it to, though.
His gaze got hot and stern, sending another shiver through me. “Clean your slit good, slut. Press on it. I want to make sure it’s nice and ready for me if I decide to play with it.”
Images of what he could do flashed through my head as I pressed against my slit, rubbing it thoroughly to make sure it was ready for him. “I...I’m following all your orders, Sir. I’m...I’m your good slut.”
And good sluts got fucked.
Repeating that over and over as the almost too good sensations sent waves of pleasure through me, I was the best sub ever and didn’t stop until he nodded. “Good boy. Now clean your balls. Thoroughly.”
I was never going to make it through my shower.
It was probably my fault somehow because I couldn’t remember why he’d ended up walking me through the process of getting clean, but there wasn’t enough blood in my head tomake thoughts work. I was missing big pieces, though. That was obvious.
Did I even remember how we got upstairs?
No.
Yep, this was definitely my fault, so I gave up and moved my hand down to my balls, wrapping my soapy fingers around them and giving them a tug. There was no reason to even try to hide the moan that escaped, but I made sure to keep my eyes open and I didn’t orgasm, so I was counting it as being good.
Lids up.
No cum shooting out.
I was going to get fucked.
“That’s right. You’re getting them nice and clean so they’re ready if I decide to play with them.” Something in his eyes said he wasn’t planning on it, but he didn’t actually voice the words. “Slowly, slut. How will I know if they’re clean if you rush?”
As I tried to decide if I was being punished, rewarded, or just fucked with, I made my hand slow down and rolled my balls between my fingers. “I’ll...I’ll go slowly.”
Yes, because he was going to bend me over and fuck my brains out. That would be worth torturing myself now. I’d already been hard for a thousand years...what was a few more minutes?
Slowly.
Slowly.
“Good boy, slut.” Nodding, Master looked pleased and it took me entirely too long to realize how dangerous that was. “Now your hole, slut. Slide your fingers back.”
As soon as I figured out what I’d done to end up here...well, I probably shouldn’t make any promises...I’d just end up doing it again anyway.
I was creative but not that smart.
