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Alastair helped me out of my bloomers and stockings and peeled the panties the rest of the way off, leaving the corset and robe. Then he stood and took my hand, leading me to the vanity. The stool made a scraping sound on the wood floor as he pulled it farther out and laid the bloomers flat over it.
It felt strange to be only naked from the waist down.
“Sit.”
I stared at the stool. I mean, thank God it had a cushion.
“I…”
“Yeah, it’s gonna hurt. But I want you to do it.”
I took a deep breath. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
Well, that helped. I carefully sat my sore ass down, not without a wince and a whimper.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, sounding more curious than concerned. And kind of excited.
Beautiful, adorable, pervert.
“Yes.”
He smiled. “Good. That will add to the experience.”
The experience of what? Was he going to do my makeup?
He went to his knees in front of me.
“Oh,” I said, staring at him and realizing again how fucking attractive he was, especially with flushed cheeks, his curls disheveled and that devilish goatee. He gazed at me for a moment, then placed his palms on my knees. He took a deep breath and slid his hands along my thighs until they landed at my waist where the corset hugged me close, eyeing my standing, leaking cock.
“Oh, fuck,” I said. Then my eyes went wide. “Sorry, Sir. I’m sorry.”
He didn’t say anything. He was staring at my cock like he wanted it so bad it hurt.
“Toby?”
“Yes, Sir?”
“I’m going to suck your pretty cock.”
Okay, then.
“Okay.” It sounded like a sigh.
“But I want you to keep your eyes open and watch the mirror. Don’t look away. I want you to see yourself come undone,” he said, his voice low, measured and hypnotic. “Can you do that for me?”
“I think so, Sir,” I said. I gripped the edge of the stool and my heart pounded.
“Good.”
I stared straight ahead and watched myself in the gold-framed mirror. My cheeks were flushed, glistening from the tears, and my kohl-rimmed eyes were wide with sudden anticipation. I hadn’t expected him to go down on me. The spanking had been strange and exciting and fucking painful, and my throbbing ass was a sexy reminder of it, but I didn’t know what to think aboutthis.
Alastair moved forward, sliding his head into my lap as I watched the reflection in the mirror. His tongue slid up the bottom of my cock and swiped the bubble of moisture from the tip, as my mouth opened on a gasp. Then he did it again.
I tried not to look down at the top of his head, but it was hard. Instead, I focused on the mirror. Watching the wide-eyed femme-boy in the reflection gave me a strange feeling of being simultaneously outside of my body and within it.
Alastair seemingly savored every curve and ridge of my penis with his tongue and lips and teeth, while I held onto the stool and my sanity for dear life, watching my responses in the mirror. The pain of my spanked bottom made the pleasure more nuanced and reminded me of my debasement. Alastair made sweet noises of pleasure as he sucked me, mingling with my gasps and moans to provide a scintillating soundtrack.
