Oh, Sir, to feel Your cock filling my mouth once more! To be completely at Your mercy and under Your control, Sir? “I think you’ve had quite enough excitement for one night, young lady,” You said softly, kissing my forehead and snuggling me into Your shoulder. I added my index finger, watching You closely for any reaction. Please…”
But I knew that wasn’t nearly enough, not at all what You required of me. Then You left, closing the door behind You, and for some reason this struck me as so funny that I had to cover my mouth to suppress my giggles: after everything we had done that evening, You thought it was important to respect my modesty by allowing me to use the toilet in private. Oh, Sir, to feel Your cock filling my mouth once more! Something metallic glinted in the candlelight… Oh, Sir, even in my current state of overwhelming arousal, even in my now-familiar but still deeply humiliating position on all fours while I continue to write this report for You, I can feel myself blushing all the way up to the roots of my hair as I recall some of the things I said when you ordered me to beg: words I didn’t even know I knew.
