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The Adventures of Sir, Sweetheart and Mr. Purple, Part Ten

After I came, Sir told me that SG had asked to watch me serve him with my mouth. I agreed and Sir helped me onto my knees. I was still a little woozy from all the endorphins from the beating and my orgasm, but I was willing to serve. Sir took a seat on the couch and turned skype back on.

I sucked eagerly, wanting to show what a good girl I was. The idea that SG could see how obedient I was really turned me on, and so I applied myself to some serious cock worship.

Afterwards, SG sent along a screenshot from his end of me sucking Sir’s cock. My head was all the way down on it, his length buried in my throat. His face was out of frame, mine was covered by my hair, which Sir’s fingers were curled into. Despite how blushy it was, I tried to be cavalier by saying that I’d better not see that photo turning up on youporn.

“Don’t worry,” he said, “I just deleted it.”

“Such a gentleman,” I teased.

He chuckled, “I’m gonna make you pay for that.”

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I’ve been in one of those moods lately where I just want to spend an unusually long amount of time worshipping a cock.

friskydog:

This looks cute, home made and improved. It inspires me to think that Internet porn is making the world a better place.
Keep trying new things kids!

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If I am being totally honest, I used to be kind of selfish. I had trouble understanding how I could enjoy things like service and cock worship. It would feel tedious and I would be anxious about not doing well. I wasn’t able to just relax into it and derive any kind of pleasure from it. Instead, I just did it and eagerly waited my turn to get something out of it.

But, as I’ve become more comfortable with my sexuality and picked better partners, I’ve really started enjoy worshipping a cock like this.

In fact, it’s sort of what I’ve spent a good part of this afternoon thinking about.

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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.

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I surprised him by being an eager little kitty. 

I begged with my eyes, kissed, licked, nuzzled against the fabric of his jeans. I nibbled on the buckle of his belt to convince him to remove it. He mussed my hair, telling me how sweet and cute I was being as he took off the belt and unzipped his jeans. 

However, I didn’t raise my hands to tug them down. I just kept on with my kisses over the exposed fabric of his underwear.

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