"See what you've done to me. My member is painfully swollen."

"I'm sorry, Master. How may I relieve your discomfort?"

Without speaking He merely pushed His prick forward, between my lips. I opened my mouth to accept Him. After having already sucked Him so many times yesterday and last night I was feeling more at home with His cock in my mouth than not. He moved it back and forth a few times, fucking me gently in the mouth and then pressed further in.

Inexorably, I felt the head of His cock move down my throat. With my head tilted back like that my throat and mouth were in a straight line. He had no trouble getting all ten inches into me. His pubic hair brushed and scratched my nose. I was having a good deal of trouble breathing and my gag reflex was trying to make me retch, but I managed to suppress it and merely moaned with pleasure. I was proud to finally be able to give someone a "deep throat" blow job, and I was grateful that it was this wonderful, domineering man, my new master, who had made me do it for Him.

"Oh, yes, my dear," He gasped with pleasure, "that's how it's done. You are an apt pupil. If we can teach you self-control and discipline, why there's nothing to which you might not aspire."

I moaned and hummed as best I could, trying to show Him how grateful I was for His concern and approbation.

Before coming in my mouth, He stopped and withdrew. He patted me on the head again and stepped away. Then He picked up the whip and stood next to the chair.

"Is this little toy the one you want me to use for your punishment? Is that why you put it out for me?"

"Yes, Master."

"Have you ever been disciplined like this before?"

"No, Master."

"Then I must congratulate you on your… imagination, shall we say."

"Thank you, Master."

He swung the whip and stung my buttocks with it. My body tensed and I took a sharp intake of breath.