I enter from outside, sweaty from hard work. I shut the door. There you sit, on the floor, naked, on your knees, ass cheeks parted and resting on the soles of your feet. You are blindfolded, your arms extended before you as if in supplication, hands cupped, mouth open.
I take out my cock, rub it across your lips. You shudder. Even the smell of it makes you wet. You suck it awake, wetting it, delighting in the feeling of Master's cock getting hard in your mouth. You bob your head up and down, moaning loud, whimpering like a devoted servant. Your nippples get hard, your pussy drips...you can't taste enough of Master's cock, now huge and ready to spurt. Just as I'm about to come I pull my cock out of your pulsing mouth and shoot my hot juice into your cupped hands. I back away a bit: you greedily lap up my come until your hands are dry.
You tremble: "Thank you, Master. Thank you for saving so much delicious come for me." I reward you with a spanking so delectably hard, you orgasm without me or you touching your pussy. That is how devoted to me you are, O submissive.
