"Thank you, Master," I said, speaking around His cock.

"I'm feeling drowsy, now, my dear. If I fall asleep, that does not relieve you of your responsibility, you understand that, don't you, darling?"

He called me "darling"! I sucked Him harder, I rubbed His balls and stroked the bottom part of His shaft, the part I couldn't fit in my mouth. Giving Him pleasure was the most satisfying activity I could imagine for myself.

"Yes, I think in a short time you may be able to graduate beyond mere sucking," He said, sleepily, "would you like that?"

"Whatever you wish, Master," I said, without letting go of His cock.

Eventually, we both drifted off to sleep.

***

In the morning I was brought rudely into wakefulness by His hand painfully twisting my hair.

"What have we here?" He had pushed the covers off the bed, exposing our nakedness. He twisted my hair in His fist even tighter, causing me great pain. "What were your instructions, bitch?"

"To suck you all night, Sir."

"Just 'all night'?"

"No, Master," tears ran down my cheeks and I gasped with pain as He twisted my hair savagely in His fist. "To suck you continually all night."

"And did you?"

"No, Master, I fell asleep."

"You fell asleep. What punishment do you think you deserve for that?"

"Any punishment you think is appropriate, Master."

Without letting go of my hair, He got out of bed, dragging me after Him. He strode down the hall to His pleasure room, holding my head down at His side. I had to crawl along on my hands and knees, moving as fast as I could to keep up. It was humiliating as well as painful.

When we got to the pleasure room He slammed the door behind us and flung me to the center of the flour.

"Any punishment I think appropriate, eh? Do you really want to subject yourself to ANY punishment I think is appropriate?"