As i enter my bedroom you look at me and i ask "may i sit on the bed sir"..."yes you may" i know you arent going to let this go......... i can almost read your mind
this lesson i need to learn of you wanting your cock down my throat is spelt out to me yet again ......
"you have been telling me for weeks that you wanted my cock in your throat and that you would impress me with your skills, so far you have not convinced me at all"...i know that when you came here our relationship hung by a thread and everything i do this weekend is supposed to prove the relationship is worth following through
you are sitting next to me on my bed ....... tutting and shaking your head and i can see you are questioning my abilities without you even saying a word......" you are going to learn an important lesson today and by the end of that lesson you will be thankful to your master for teaching you it"
"what lesson sir " i ask faltering slightly as i imagine what you could want from me to make amends
"why do pull away from me if i grab your hair as you suck my cock?"
"I dont know, i just start to panic and cant help it"
"Then you will learn to control your panic and please your master"
i nod in acknowledgment...."
"do you still want to be my slave and embrace everything this entails ? "....."yes sir"...."very good little miss lets go upstairs we have a contract to read and discuss"..the edge has gone from your voice now as we walk upstairs i make the fatal mistake of relaxing and feeling "a little too comforatble" around you ..........we both sit at the computer.......... you bring up the document we have prepared together containing the relevant rules that will govern our "relationship" and any hard limits we have agreed in advance of reading and signing this document. As we read each section aloud alternately I accidentally slide the document off screen and swear under my breath (breaking the 1 rule you knew would give you the most pleasure as i struggle not to all day long) ........it goes deathly quiet as you ask "did you swear then ?"......meekly i reply "yes sir im sorry "........you say nothing but you leave the room and im left sat in the chair wondering what is he going to do ....where has he gone? my previous foul language has delivered me a number hard spankings accross my arse ...........apprehension resurfacing i listen for my front door...... i am convinced you are going to leave....... maybe you have had enough of the insolence or maybe you are regretting choosing me for this role ..........my insides churn as these thoughts go through my head......im so tempted to go after you... to beg you to stay....i decide against it......i don't have to wait long .....you return and in your hand are some narrow wooden strips and bulldog clips......"open your mouth and stick out your tongue " your voice is clipped as i do as you tell me .......you put my tongue between two strips of wood and attach a clip to each end and a further clip on each side... nearer my mouth .....making my tongue protrude out of my mouth and stopping me from uttering a word.....it doesn't faze you i am uncomfortable....... you tell me to get out of the chair and you sit down ...making me stand at your side as you read the contract out loud. as you near the end you remove the sticks as you ask me "do you accept this contract and all it means and are you happy to sign it?"......"yes sir " .........we both put our names to the document .....i breathe a sigh of relief thinking that everythig is ok.. when you interrupt my train of thought ......
after over half a year of having this profile and due to sir leaving the uk i have had to say a fond but sad goodbye to him and all this profile relates to UPDATE 130309
