So, when I last left you all, I was about to receive Sir’s load in my mouth. I did. He had me kneel before him with my gaze averted until he was ready to shoot, and then asked to see my eyes. As I felt the warm cum splattering over my tongue, my eyes twinkled. I was blissful and so was he.
Our date was fun. Drinks with friends and then dinner alone together. The collar and cuffs made scant appearances throughout dinner. I was very self-conscious. Sir was greatly amused.
When we got back, as we had been drinking and have a rule about no percussive play other than on my ass and tits while intoxicated, Sir decided to do a little squatting training with me. He got on the bed, told me to mount him and fuck him in a squatting position. If I slowed down at all he would smack my tit or twist my nipple until I got back up to speed. He was pretty brutal. I tried my best to keep the rhythm, but my legs would start tiring fairly quickly. Once in a while he let me fall back and suck his cock. It was hard work. My hands were to be kept folded behind me the entire time and I was to thank Sir for every hit. I was tired but so pleased that I was able to get him off.
Lesson learned: determination. Also…I need to up my leg strength some more. Whew, the thighs are sore today!
I’m now off to get dressed in “something pretty” as Sir has requested, and to start dinner for when he gets home. It’s so funny how tiring but how comforting structure feels.
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