Practice with a Real Coc (ch. 03)

"I'm outside!" My phone chimes, so I quickly send my Mistress a notification text that I am being picked up, then grab my bag and head out the door.

Waving as I walk across the lawn to his truck, I call. "Hey! Thanks for picking me up!"

"Of course," He says through the open passenger window. "Hop on in!"

I open the door and toss my bag in the footwell, buckling up as he pulls out of the driveway.

"I've been looking forward to this weekend all week!"

I laugh. "I bet. I'm kinda nervous, but I have been too!"

"Me too, but we'll have lots of fun. And you talked with your Mistress about all this?" he asks.

"Of course. She had some instructions for me, then something to tell you I'm not allowed to know about. She said I wasn't allowed to know and that she wanted to tell you directly, so I imagine she'll be texting shortly?"

"Huh, cool! Can't wait to hear from her, and what were her instructions for you?"

I can't tell if he's just playing dumb or not, but I go with it. "On the drive over I'm to tell you what I brought in my bag, so here goes. I'm only allowed to wear and bring thongs, all the ones I have so you could pick your favorites for me to wear. And by only allowed to bring I mean she didn't let me bring anything else as I'm not allowed any other clothes while I'm in your apartment."

"I like that rule, sounds fun!" he chimes in.

"I thought you'd appreciate that Sir," I continue, "I'm also to always refer to you as Sir or Master, if you're okay with the latter."

"Hmmm..." he thinks for a moment, one hand casually on the steering wheel, "I think I like that, yeah."

"Yes Master, I'll use that or Sir."

"Good slut, now what else is in your bag?"

I blush, then continue, "I also brought a wooden spoon, a wooden paddle, and two riding crops of two different sizes, for you to spank me with, if that would please you to do."

"Get your ass nice and red huh?"

"If that is what you want, absolutely Sir."

"Can't wait!" he smiles, looking across the truck, "Anything else in that bag of tricks?"

"Thank you Sir." I pause and watch the world go by for a moment. "I have my collar and leash, and a dildo to suck while you're not using me so you have some entertainment if you'd like, and a - "

He laughs, "I guess I can only cum so much, sounds fun to watch."

"And a buttplug too because my Mistress said you might want me to have one?"

"I think we might fine a use for that." He agrees.

"Yes sir."

We lapse into silence as I watch the world go by, listening to the country music he has on.

"Why me?" he asks, breaking the silence.

I look over and raise my eyebrows, "Well... you're the closest guy friend I have around here, and to be honest I thought you'd like a blow job. Or two." We both laugh. "I also figured it had been a while and that you could use a slut around to suck your dick, maybe help you feel more comfortable and confident in yourself."

"Well that's kind of you. It had been a while. And it was surprising, I never took you to be a submissive slut."

I blush again, "Yeah I hide it kinda well, unless you know already I guess."

He laughs, "Yep, it's been fun looking at you in class. You look back and I can see what's on your mind."

I close my eyes and continue blushing, but say nothing as he pulls into the parking garage at his apartment.

"Oh it's alright!" He continues, seeing my expression, "You are more than welcome to be a slut. Maybe we'll even let you wear a buttplug to class one day!"

I squirm my butt in the seat as he pulls into his spot. "That would be wonderful Master."

He parks and we get out and ride up the elevator, and his phone chimes. He pulls it out, but hides his screen so I can't see it as I discretely try and lean over to get a look.

"From my Mistress?" I ask.

"Mmhmm," he says, "No looking or I'd have to tell her."

"Yes Sir," I say as we arrive at his floor.

I follow him to his door then inside. I set my bag on the couch as he closes the door and turns to look at me.

"Okay slut," he says turning his phone on me, "Take 'em off, and be nice and slow and sexy about it!"

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The striptease over and the beer gotten, my knees are tired from kneeling on the floor in front of the TV. My jaw is slowly getting tired from the dildo I've been sucking well into the first quarter of the football game.

"Hey slut," he calls, shaking his beer bottle at me, "Go get me another."

Gratefully, I remove the dildo from my mouth and move to stand.

"What are you doing slut?"

"Uhh... getting you a beer Master?"

"Oh I know, but why are you standing?"

I'm not sure what to say, so he continues in my silence.

"You know the rules slut."

"Yes sir." I say kneeling again, "Thank you Master."

"Good girl!" he says as I crawl away, making sure to sway my ass in his direction. "Bring the spanking stuff on your way back too slut!" He calls behind me.

I soon crawl back to the couch, one hand holding his beer and the others holding the collection of spanking implements. Thinking it will be sexier, I'm holding the larger riding crop is in my mouth. I hand him the beer and then bow my head to the floor and stay kneeling at his feet.

"You may kiss them if you like, slut."

I comply and gently kiss first one foot and then the other before he continues, "You know... you really must be punished for not following the rules."

He pauses to drink some more beer, letting me keep kissing.

"Okay that's enough slut." He says, so I look up at him. "Hand me that crop then grab the buttplug you brought."

I hand it over from the floor, then crawl to my bag. I decide to bring both, not knowing which he wants, and hand them over.

"You didn't bring lube?"

My eyes go wide as I realize my mistake, "Ummm..."

He laughs at my expression, "Well, that's more your problem than mine! Here, suck on this."

He holds out the larger of the two buttplugs as I take it into my mouth, making sure to cover as much of it in my saliva as I can, knowing what comes next. With his free hand, he takes out his phone and takes some more photos and another video.

"These videos are so sexy, you know."

I pause sucking for a moment, "Thank you sir, I'm glad you enjoy them."

"Your Mistress is thankful too I'm sure." He muses to himself, "It's also good to have to help keep you in line too."

I look at him in alarm, causing me to stop sucking the buttplug.

"Oh I know you dirty slut, you're more than happy to do anything. But it can't help to have some insurance."

I gently stop sucking, "Yes sir..."

"Mmhmm! Now turn around and present your ass."

I comply and put my head on the floor, raising my ass to him. I feel as he pulls my thong to the side and the gentle pressure of the tip of the buttplug. He pushes harder, but ever so slowly, as my asshole widens. I let out an involuntary whimper.

"Oh I know slut. You just can't get enough."

I whimper again as he finally pushes it past the widest point, fully seating it in my ass. He slaps my ass with his hand, "Now that's good! Turn ninety degrees now."

I turn to my side, preparing myself for I know come's next, and soon enough I feel his first strike. It's loud in the room, and I think about if the neighbors can hear through the walls of the apartment. I don't have time to think long enough before he hits my ass again, making me wince.

"You're not counting slut." He says, hitting my ass again, "You know they don't count unless you do as well."

"Sorry Sir, I-" I'm cut off as he hits my ass again.

"One. Thank you Sir."

"Better slut."

"Two. Thank you Sir."

"How high do you think we should go?" He asks.

I think it's rhetorical, so I don't respond. "Three. Thank you Sir."

"I know counting to high numbers is hard for a pathetic slut like you."

"Four. Thank you Sir. Five. Thank you Sir. Six. Thank you Sir. Seven. Thank you Sir. Eight. Thank you Sir."

There are tears in my eyes as he pauses. "Aww, already getting too much?"

"No Sir... please continue Sir..."

He smiles at me.

"Eight. Th- Nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen seventeen eighteen nineteen twenty ... ... Thank you Sir..." My face falls to the floor, tears on my cheeks.

"I think that's enough for now, but what are you doing with your face still to the floor?" He says, unbuckling his pants, "Come now slut, thank me properly."