Well, exams are over, and thankfully your favourite Blogslut is now firmly back under the control of her Master. Yay! :-)
It started Thursday evening with a task he set for me featuring me, my vibrator, and multiple orgasms. Lol. But enough of that one for now.
Friday I was back at work following my study leave, and Master J thought it should be a boob day, so I ended up in a very tight, very low cut, and very revealing top as I ventured in to work. This was made even more revealing when I received a text message on my phone at around 11a.m. telling me that I hadn’t earned the luxury of being allowed to wear underwear as of late, so I had exactly thirty seconds to take off my bra and panties…
He wasn’t around, so there is no way he would have known if it took longer than 30 seconds – apart from the guilty look on my face when he would ask me about it later. So I made a dash to the nearest private area of the office – the stationary store room – whilst trying not to look too suspicious, and as quickly as I could I removed my bra and thong.
Did all that take place in less than 30 seconds? The chance of that was always impossible, but I tried the best I could! The thing is – I can’t actually bring myself to lie to Master J; the blessing and curse of being a true little subslut; so when he asked me later if my task had been completed, I confessed that it had taken more like 45-60 seconds. He praised me for being so honest, and for trying so hard to achieve the task. “I got away with it” I thought to myself. But no, I hadn’t. He proceeded to give me a punishment, but in a way that almost made it seem like a reward… “But as you’re so eager to get out of your underwear, slut, I think I shall take all of your underwear to help you out!” and he took all of my underwear out of my drawers and put them into a bag he had conveniently brought in with him. You’d almost think he’d planned it all along!!
That whole conversation happened after I’d given him the first of my 6 owed catch up blow jobs of course – must get my priorities straight! That was the first of 4 he received on Friday. Sounds like hard work – but all I could think about was how much I’d missed it over the past week.
He got his first within seconds of me seeing him – I was on my knees before the door was even closed when he came round after work, even though my flatmate was in the other room and could have walked out of the room and caught us at any time. He decided he wouldn’t let me finish him off this way though as he other plans for me. I guess he missed me almost as much as I missed him! Lol. So after my five minutes he stood me up and took me by the hand up to my bedroom for some other activities.
His second came about after that, when I sucked him hard again, as he wasn’t quite finished with me.
His third was my personal favourite of the evening, as during our night out, whilst walking from the restaurant to a pub for a few drinks, we happened upon a dark little alleyway of sorts, which J decided was a perfect place. Crouching in front of him in my 5” heels, my little black dress, black stockings, and no underwear of course, following our earlier conversation – he proceeded to use my mouth and throat for his pure pleasure. Well, I say His pure pleasure, as if I get no pleasure at all, and believe me, physically it isn’t necessarily the most pleasant experience I’ve ever had, but mentally I melt inside at the feeling of my helplessness and his pure dominance. Call me weird, I already know I am! Lol
As I stated in my last blog, this is a grey area when it comes to being classed as a blow job. Deep down I know it isn’t, but Master J let it slide this time doe to me being behind in my duties. Although he did say he may change his decision later, depending how he felt. I think by that what he means is that, while I worry about how my jaw and throat can hold up, I’m sure he has his own worries about how much he can take before running out of steam! Lol. Although he has never had a problem in that department before – just jumping in in his defence there!! :-)
After number three we walked to the pub, with me and my running mascara due to my eyes watering, and the remnants of his cum still in my mouth, and even a slight bit running down my chin. He let me clean myself up when we got to the pub – I wasn’t like that all night!!
Number four was the final one of the evening, which he received when we got back to my place. The longest and most sensuous of the evening, a good 15 minutes of pure indulgence toward his magnificent tool.
I was absolutely exhausted by the end of the night to be honest, but still fell asleep with a smile, thinking about how lucky I felt. I know, I felt lucky that I got to give him four blow jobs within the space of about 6 hours – like I said, call me weird, I already know I am!!
Anyway, 4 out of 6 completed, 2 to go. By Saturday this was already back up to three to include Saturdays. The best battles are the ones that never seem to end! :-)
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