Wandering Thoughts

As I sit at your feet, gazing down at my hands; which ordered by you were to be placed on my thighs, my thoughts were wandering towards oral sex. You see for some reason I haven't been given the pleasure to taste you yet Sir. And since I have never done it I was currently daydreaming about it. Which to my shame, I really shouldn't have been doing that. One of your rules as your pet was to keep all my attention on you. Even if my head was down, I was to be aware of your every single movement. And in failing to do so I would be punished.

So here I sit at your feet while you are busy reading your paper, daydreaming about having you in my mouth. I wonder if it will be something that I would enjoy at first lick. Or would it be something I would have to get accustomed to as our relationship progress. I wonder how much my mouth and lips would have to stretch to accommodate your full length. With my hair gripped tight in your hand would you perhaps be watching my eyes as I suck on you? Would they be closed in enjoyment and bliss because I finally have your hard dick in my mouth? Or perhaps they are wide in excitement at that fact? Perhaps not being use to sucking would you see panic in them instead? Especially not knowing if it would all fit down my throat without gagging. Or was that panic in my eyes due to my only small chance of getting air being suddenly cut off. At this time you thought it was only fitting to pinch my nostrils close while still being lodge in my throat.

Would your eyes start to close as my tongue wraps around it, sucking and licking at the head before plunging back down on it. And then would your eyes open back up to slits to follow the trails of spit that are leaking out the sides of my mouth. Especially since you decide it was time to push my head down and force more of your throbbing dick down my throat. You ease back out and follow that trail of spit and pre come as it rolls down my stretched bottom lip, to my chin, and down on the floor in an ever-growing puddle. A puddle that I would have to lick up after our session is over.

And because you know how much your pet enjoys doing dirty, nasty, and demeaning things I wonder if you would slide it out and slap me in the face with your hardness. Telling me that since I'm such a nasty slutty bitch, I deserve to be hit in the face with your dick. Then after you spit on it, you proceed to wipe it all over my face so that it's covered in your spit and precome. You tell me everytime I take a breath I should be reminded of your scent. Reminded that I am completely marked and owned by you. I am your pet and no one else's. I so desperately wanted some relief and said two words to you: Please Sir... You knew what I wanted, but you denied me the pleasure of having you inside me. Instead you decide to fuck my mouth as if it was my pussy. You start out with slow measure thrusts, with both hands gripping my head hard so that I can't move even if I wanted to. But you gradually pick up speed and all you could hear were my gurgled moans around that thick piece of meat in my mouth. Your balls were slapping against my chin with each hard and forceful thrust. Tears was beginning to leak out the sides of my eyes. As my pussy, that was contracting and expanding on emptiness, was leaking out my juices in a continuous flow onto the floor. I guess I should also add that to my cleanup list as well. I could feel you were close to coming by how your balls were drawing up and how much thicker you felt in my mouth.

In my growing excitement of my daydream, I also forgot that I wasn't supposed to move my hands, but they couldn't help but gravitate towards my hard nipples and throbbing pussy. And in doing so, your attention that was focus on your paper, shifted so that you were gazing down at me instead. Your nostrils flared as it caught the scent of my musk in the air and in your deep voice you uttered one word, Punishment.