Eventually, He came down the stairs, smiling at me. "Welcome, Jodie, welcome. I'm happy you've returned."

"Thank you, Master. I'm grateful to be here," I said.

"Yesterday you asked to give me pleasure, do you remember?"

"Yes, Master."

"Your promptness and obedience today have already given me great pleasure. Would you like to give me more?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Put your bag down and kneel."

I did so.

"This will be one of your primary positions. When you have perfected it, then we will be able to move on to more elaborate pleasures. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," I said, looking directly at His crotch.

"Good." He unzipped His fly and took out His prick. It was half hard and stuck out at a forty-five degree angle, pointing at my breasts.

I leaned forward and took it in my mouth. The sweet, musky flavor of His love tool filled my mouth and sent waves of pleasure surging through my body. I thought I would be able to have an orgasm just by sucking Him, I wouldn't even have to touch myself in order to come.

His prick immediately grew hard and straight in my mouth. I sucked in as much as I could but could only get half of its ten-inch length into my mouth. I tried to relax my throat muscles, hoping to be able to swallow more of it.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, He pulled back. He stepped away from me and I lost my balance. I fell forward onto my chest, just catching myself with my hands.

"Oh, my dear," He clucked His tongue at me. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. I had such hopes for you. Now you have disappointed me yet again."

I pushed myself back up onto my knees. "Master, I'm sorry. What did I do?"