Full Service, Part Three

Soon, we went up to my bedroom and I took out the items of our mutual sex toy collection that wound up at my place: two separate lengths of rope, a pair of tweezer-style nipple clamps, a pair of clover clamps, a flogger and my knockoff hitachi (whose power apparently pales in comparison to the real thing.)

He ordered me to remove my clothes and pointed for me to kneel in front of him. I obeyed, wanting to be good for him.

“Bring me the rope,” Craftsmate said. I obeyed as he moved to stand by my bed. “In your mouth.“

"Yes, Sir,” I replied, taking the rope into my mouth carefully and crawling over to him. I set it down at his feet and gazed up at him eagerly. As he reached down to muss my hair, I felt this really overwhelming urge to be good for him. I wanted so badly to just be a good girl.

So, I set to kissing his cock through his slacks, nuzzling it and staring up at him with my best pleading eyes until he removed his pants. “If you want me to let you go deep,“ he said, holding a fistful of my hair, “you’ll be a very good girl and treat my cock well.”

The only issue was that worshipping his cock made me subspaced anyway. It got to the point where I would deep throat him, pull back to breathe and feel so spacey and dizzy that I would slump forward. He would grab me back the hair and put me back onto his cock, letting me go deeper as he took charge.

“I’m deep already,” I murmured. My voice had gotten small. “I’m really deep.“

He smiled and settled down onto the floor beside me, holding me close. When he kissed my forehead and my cheeks, I felt myself swell in the warm way I do when he’s sweet while I’m starting to get really subspaced. 

"You want me to tie you up?” he asked, stroking my hair. I nodded, moaning softly. He reached down and picked up my panties. After balling them up, he held them out to me. “In your mouth. Now.“

Without objection, I accepted them and pressed the wad of lace past my teeth.