He grabbed my hair and shoved his cock deep into my throat. I held on as long as I could.  Mouth stretched, throat stretched, eyes watering until all the air in my lungs turned to carbon dioxide and I fought against his grip.

“Hold…hold…” His iron grip on me refused to give as my panic began to fly wildly.  Finally, he let go and I pulled off him gasping air. I refused to back away, my mouth still at the tip of his cock as I labored for fresh air. 

I took his cock in again. I would not be beaten. I would not fail to serve. I sucked him in halfway. My breathing began to slow again, the panic receded.

Again he grabbed my hair and pulled me down. I would last longer this time I told myself. The iron grip held and I stuck out my tongue working him deeper. Still, I felt the panic rise. 

“Good slut.” Damn him for knowing how that eggs me on. I rocked my head and felt his cock move in my mouth. Soon he’d let go and I’d win.

The panic rose, I looked up at him and saw he wasn’t playing. Master was fully in control. I moaned on his cock desperate again for air.

“Hold slut. You will do this.” My eyes watered and I pulled back even though I knew it was useless. I went into full panic mode. Wild-eyed, I pushed my hands against the steel thighs that were wrapped around my body. I was close to clawing him.

He let me go and I fell back onto the floor at his feet. My head on the couch cushion near him, I coughed and sputtered the phlegm his cock had loosened in my throat. 

“When you’re ready, I want you to come into the other room. I want you on the bench.” He left then. I heard the sounds of him moving things. I knew he was putting out toys of torture. I knew what was coming. 

Sore Throat

I have a sore throat right now.  Since Daddy and I play a lot with my throat in several ways, I have a feeling it has something to do with D/s play.  Recently, I’ve noticed that my voice is all raspy and the muscles inside my throat just feel tired and worked.

I kept it to myself for a week because it was intermittent and I’ve been visiting a hospital every day. I figured it could have come from any number of things including germs.  But it’s been over a week and I’m not sick. I have a sneaking suspicion it was from one particularly boisterous session we had over a week ago.  It was pretty intense and involved choking.

I’m still not absolutely sure what caused it but I told Daddy today so that I was being honest. I feel bad because I know it was just play and I don’t want to worry him. We are both completely committed to our play and I don’t want a temporary issue to get in the way of that.

Just like a bruised backside, this too shall pass.  Until then, it’s a good thing I write because I won’t be doing much talking. 🙂