Author's Note - This story is filed in Novels but is heavily BDSM in nature so feel free to skip over it if that's not your thing!
Thanks everyone for continuing to read and support this story! For those just jumping in here, I recommend starting at chapter 1 to fully understand the characters and background.
Thanks also to ftw752 for continuing to give me help with editing!
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I woke in the morning feeling absolute bliss. Pat was long gone but I could feel his presence around me, as I slowly came to consciousness.
His cum was dry on my face, and I could still taste him on my tongue from cleaning him off after my facial. My nipples were hard and my pussy was still soaked. Even after having multiple orgasms myself yesterday evening, my horniness level was extremely high. I fought the urge to allow my hand to creep down my body and play between my folds. As nice as an orgasm would be, I was starting to relish this non-stop neediness for sex, and I didn't want anything to jeapordize it. Not to mention, it was against the rules. As fun as punishment was sometimes, I didn't want him to be disappointed in me.
I sighed as I closed my eyes and reflected on our time after dinner.
Pat had been very impressed by my eagerness to suck his cock, and my delight at having his cum on my face. He showered me with praise after I sucked his dripping cock back into my mouth, cleaning him up and continuing my training to improve my oral skills.
Before heading to sleep he had given me a username and password for a well known porn site that I could use to find some good oral sex videos for my daily training. We'd set out my dildo, and I had reset my alarm, eager for the morning's task. I was excited to have rules in place and daily tasks expected of me. He had drifted off quickly last night his breathing evening out. 'I guess all those orgasms in an evening left him ready for a good night's sleep,' I thought.
I had tossed around for a while, enjoying how I felt but wishing we could do more. There never seemed to be enough hours in the day.
I grabbed my laptop and booted it up, signing on to the website Pat had bookmarked for me, and starting my search. After a couple minutes I discovered there was a BDSM category, and I could find videos of submissive girls, like me, being dominated with oral sex - among other things. I quickly picked a video that looked promising, and settled under the blankets with my dildo in hand.
The dom in the video grabbed the sub behind the head, commanding that she open, and roughly started using her mouth and throat. My pussy clenched as I watched her eyes widen and gobs of saliva drip out of her mouth as he aggressively fucked her face. I slid the dildo into my mouth, getting used to the girth as I watched the continued assault unfold on my screen.
I started working the dildo in and out, pushing it a little further and nudging the opening of my throat. If my gag reflex protested, I would pull back a bit and work shallower for a few thrusts before trying again. Clearly this was going to take some practice.
As I swirled my tongue around the fake cock in my mouth and practiced my shallow sucking skills, I remembered that Pat had said as long as I didn't cum, I could play a little while doing this. My fingers quickly found my slit, sliding across the wetness and circling my swollen bud.
I kept working the dildo in my mouth, while playing with my pussy, and discovered a moment later that I'd pushed past my gag reflex with no issue. I focused on the sub in the video, who was now restrained in a kneeling position while her Dom alternated between fucking her pussy doggy style and forcing her to take him to the hilt in her mouth. My fingers strummed continuously across my sensitive clit while I pushed the dildo into the opening of my throat.
I was pleased that it slid in without too much work, and I was able to move it further into my throat and back out without gagging. I let myself imagine what it would be like to be that submissive in the video, restrained and being used, a mix of her spit and her pussy juice all over her face as her Dom liked to smear his cock across her face in between shoving it in her mouth. I could see her throat bulge as he pushed it all the way in, and pulled it out trailing large amounts of spit that he would wipe on her face before moving back to her pussy.
I watched, in a trance, as I continued pushing the dildo in and out of my throat, pulling back occasionally when my gag reflex acted up. My fingers continued to swirl around my pussy, occasionally dipping into the entrance to pull more fluid out and add it to the mix outside.
It didn't take long before my training time was done, and I reluctantly shut off the movie and headed to the bathroom to get cleaned up for work.
As I walked into the bathroom, I noticed a lingerie store bag on the counter. There was a note inside.
"Wear this under your clothes at work today and think of me. ~P"
I opened the bag to discover a new bra and underwear set. They were dark red lace. The bra was unlined, as he preferred, and the underwear was a tiny thong.
I showered quickly, washing last night's sex off my body, and making sure to remove Pat's cum from my face. I watched, sadly, as the soap went down the drain carrying his seed with me. Perhaps another day he could cum somewhere that I could leave it for my day at work.
'Wouldn't that be naughty?' I thought, smiling as I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off.
I put on the new underwear set Pat had picked, taking time to admire my curves in the sexy lingerie. I might not have a perfect body, but I had to admit that the underwear and bra set it off nicely. I hoped Pat would like this sight later.
I slid into a long skirt and a fitted black dress shirt. As I examined my reflection in the mirror, I saw my nipples sticking out and thought about how the guys at work would be distracted by them. My pussy dripped into the gusset of my new thong, and I realized these underwear would be soaked long before I got home.
I grabbed plug 3 and a small bottle of lube and stuck them in my purse as I headed out the door.
My day passed slowly, as seemed to be the norm these days. I dreamed of the stories I read where the Dom always seemed to be wealthy and the sub could just stay home perfecting her submission.
At lunch I pulled up some websites on stretching to increase flexibility, and it seemed yoga might be my best bet. As luck would have it, there was a class in the rec center just up the street over lunch time twice a week. I signed up, happy to be checking all my tasks off the list.
At the end of the day I slipped into the bathroom and worked plug 3 securely into my ass. It was a lot more stretch, and I realized as I was walking out that it was getting uncomfortable quickly. I thanked my lucky stars that I'd be sitting soon.
I was almost at my car when I heard my name and turned to see Mike jogging up beside me.
"Christy. Glad I caught you. A few of us are heading out for a drink. Would you like to join us?"
He gestured behind him and I noticed 3 other male managers watching me. I suddenly felt alone and afraid. I knew of all of them, but Mike was the only one I'd worked with directly. The others were hungrily eyeing me like a tasty meal.
"I'm sorry Mike," I said quickly, "my husband is expecting me home tonight. Rain check?"
"Sure," he said easily. "We go out every Friday. Today is an extra. We're celebrating John's promotion to the management ranks."
The man he gestured at smiled at me, but the look in his eyes wasn't friendly. He was fairly young, like Mike, and quite attractive. He was lean and appeared to be quite fit in his black suit and tie. His dark hair was slicked back and his goatee was neatly trimmed, but it was his piercing blue-grey eyes and easy confidence that got my attention.
