"Thank you, Master," I said.

"You're welcome, my dear. Come with me." He tugged on the chain. "Heel," He said.

I followed closely behind Him out of the room and into the hall. He stopped and turned to me. He smiled.

"You may be more comfortable in position two, my dear."

"Whatever you say, Master."

"Get on your hands and knees, Jodie."

"With pleasure, Sir."

"Good, now, heel."

I followed Him down the hall, as closely as I could without touching Him. We came to His special room and entered. He tugged gently on the collar, pulling me up.

"Position one, my dear."

I rose up on my knees with my hands at my sides. I knew what was coming next, Him and then me. I suppressed a smile.

"Now," He opened His pants and took out His dick once more, it was hard this time, "now you can give me that blow job you were so eager to give me before."

"Thank you. Master." I opened my mouth and took just the head between my lips. I flicked my tongue back and forth, rolling it around the top of His penis. I felt Him getting harder, He was starting to throb already. I could taste the sweet, salty flavor of a drop of pre-come liquid on my tongue.

"Forgive me, Master," I said around His cock, not wanting to actually let it out of my mouth, "but may I touch myself at the same time as I service you?" I looked up at Him, beseechingly, still licking on the end of His dick.

"Yes, you may, my dear. But only with your left hand. With your right you must further stimulate me. Do you know why?"

"Because your pleasure is my only concern, Master."

"That's right, dear. Go ahead, now, make yourself come."

Gratefully, I put my left hand on my pussy and started rubbing my clitoris, feeling it harden and stiffen immediately under my manipulation.