Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“I…I can play cowboy even if my toy isn’t…happy anymore.” I’d make Master come and I’d play just like he wanted. “You…you make him very happy.”
That wasn’t my fault.
“I don’t know.” Master frowned and sighed. “I’m just not sure he likes me that much.”
Warning signs flashed neon red in my head and I knew it was a trap.
I knew it.
Master knew it.
My dick knew it.
No, Master’s toy knew it.
“He…he likes you so much he showed off for the camera this morning and…and he knows he’s your toy.” Master’s toy. Master’s toy. Master’s toy. “I…I don’t even play with him when you’re not around and he thinks about you all day long.”
All day.
Driving to work.
At lunch.
At the gym.
“He…he wanted us to play with you at the gym.” Yes, Master would love to know that and it’d make him want to give me orgasms and let me come. “He wanted you to give him attention and to let…and to let us kiss you and lick you. To…to watch you work out when you were hard and in…and in just a jock.”
Yes, I hadn’t told him about that one yet.
That made me even better.
“I’m…I’m a naughty slut and so is your toy. We…we can’t help it but we belong to you. You…you’ll punish us if you need to but…but he really wants to play.” What else should I do?
I’d talked.
I’d told him stuff.
I was cute.
I’d called it my toy.
I’d used my manners.
Shoot.
Tighter.
Tighter.
Master chuckled and shook his head. “What were you thinking, slut? You almost finished playtime early again.”
He had to stop being so cute.
“I…” I had to tell him to still be considered good and come. “I…was thinking about using…using my manners and being good for you and trying to show you…trying to show you what a good slut I was.”
Shoot.
Shoot.
Master made another soft, happy sound and kissed my forehead before poking my toy again. “He’s a cutie that loves attention, but I think you understand why he’s going to get his hug more often when we’re in private.”
Hugs more in private.
Wait.
“You…” What had he said before? “You said hugs at home, right? Here and…here and my place?” Was that private?
His eyes lit up and he looked like I was a puppy who’d just done the best trick ever. “Good boy, slut. You’re thinking clearly.”
That sounded dangerous…especially when he was so happy about it.
“Just…just a little bit.” What would happen if I could think too clearly? “Hugs…hugs are important, so I remembered that part.”
He was going to make me wear the cage.
He was going to talk about it sweetly and tell me how cute my little toy was.
He was going to talk to it and laugh like it was funny.
Shoot.
Shoot.
I was never going to last if he kept making me think.
Master chuckled like he knew what I was thinking and that just made me squirm and that made the problems start all over again. “I’m going to consider private as anywhere that I can safely play with you without it causing a problem.”
Oh, that was…
That meant…
He would…
“See?” His bright smile made my dick try to play again. “I knew you’d understand how much fun that was going to be right away. Since you’re thinking clearly.”
Thinking was terrible.
Making a vow never to do it again, I whined and shook my head. “I’m not sure…I’m not sure I’m thinking clearly.”
Master poked my cock and then the tip of my nose. “Of course you are. You’re thinking clearly enough to understand that you need to pay good attention to make sure it’s clear.”
Had…had that been what I’d said?
Would explaining that make me look like I was thinking clearly?
“You’re doing such a good job.” Still looking happy and proud of me, Master rubbed the top of my head. “So, for example, privacy would mean the club and the gym as long as the cameras were off and the door was locked.”
He had a broad definition of privacy.
Shoot.
Realizing that probably made me seem like I was thinking clearly again.
Why was that bad?
“The…the gym?” No, what had I been going to ask?
Master shook his head again and made that tsking sound like I was being silly or something. “That seems to be your favorite naughty boy spot.”
Oh.
That was…
He was going to…
“Let’s get your spanking started and I’ll give you a good example of how we can have private playtime there.” Master thought my brain was thinking clearly but he understood my legs weren’t functioning at all because he picked me up and shifted me deeper onto the bed. “Don’t worry. I know you’re going to be a good slut and help my toy to behave too.”
He kept saying things.
“No tugging.” Master looked like he wanted to laugh again but climbing on the bed distracted him. “If you want to have tug fun, then we’ll look for ways that you can play rougher with him.”