BDSM is Love

Master, being the tricky man that he is, caught me in a struggle with myself the other night. Since I can’t masturbate, I rely on him for orgasms and he knows that. Well, he had me so close, so on the edge that I was begging to be allowed release, and he throws a boomerang my way.

“I’ll let you cum if you swallow mine.”

I practically froze mid-tremble. Oh lord did I have a quandry to try to solve. Was I going to do it? I really wanted to cum, so very badly but could I really do what I have come to dread? I sighed. I would try.

“Well slut?”

“Yes Master, I will try.”

“My slut really needs to cum doesn’t she?” (3rd person speech thing again )

“Yes Master.”

And he let me cum, I came so hard that I had one of those after-orgasm headaches and my body felt like jell-o. He watched me recover for awhile, stroking his cock lightly and I knew I had to bring myself to do what I dreaded. I tried to find a comfortable position and began sucking him. I do enjoy doing that for him, it’s just the finale that I dread.

It didn’t take long for him to tell me he was close and then he said something I didn’t expect, “You can back off now if you don’t want to swallow it.”

What? I went through all that worry and he’s still giving me the option to not do it? What should I do? Can I do it now that I’ve thought I had to? I backed off and continued stroking. He was trembling as I do

“I’d really like you to, please.”

It didn’t take long for me to get down close enough yet again and very tentatively place his cock in my mouth and continue sucking. Before I knew it, he was cumming and was doing my best not to let the taste and texture get to me. I don’t consider what I ended up doing swallowing, most of it was just in my mouth and then back out, I spit but I still did more than what I’ve done in the past and Master seemed pleased.

He told me shortly after that he was proud of me and that he loved me dearly.

–luna