Worship My Cock

I knew I needed to be good for my Master.

He took care of me, he told me what to do and I just needed to listen and do exactly as he said.

I didn’t question it, knowing that it was the way it was supposed to be. I was a good girl for him, doing anything he asked of me and in return, I was taken care of in the best way possible.

I didn’t have to worry about anything, just make my Master happy, but I wasn’t always good.
I must admit, I couldn’t always be good. There was a little voice in my head, telling me to disobey, to do something that would make my Master want to punish me.

I wanted to see what would happen, what he would do to me and I suspected that I would like it. One day I decided to do what the voice said and see where it would lead me.

It happened one day during one of our sessions. I was sitting on the bed, with a vibrator pressed against my clit. I was moving my hips, knowing that my orgasm was about to come, but Master didn’t want me to go on.

“Stop,” he said, knowing that I would do as he said. I instantly moved up, feeling throbbing and knowing that I wanted more. “Take a breath”

“Please,” I said in a whiny voice. “I want to cum. Please, let me cum”

“You can do it only when I say you can,” he said in a harsh tone, making me shiver.

I knew that if I was to disobey he would punish me in a way I wouldn’t like and I wanted to see what it would be. So, instead of listening to what my Master wanted, I pushed my hips down, pressing against the vibrator again.

“Don’t. Now get up”, he said harshly.

“But I want it badly,” I said teasingly. “Let me have it”

I looked him in the eyes, starting to move my hips, feeling how tense my body was becoming. I wanted to cum so badly that at that moment I didn’t care about the consequences, so I just kept moving and moving.

“If you keep going, I’m going to make you pay,” he said, his voice harsh. “Stop it”

I looked him in the eyes, smiling, as I rubbed my clit faster and faster against the toy, moaning as my climax hit me. My legs were shaking, my pussy still throbbing, but, as I looked up at my Master, I knew I was in big trouble.

He left, without a word to me and I felt lost and neglected. I wondered even at that moment if it was worth it, but I thought it would go away fast. After all, I was always a good girl for him, so he couldn’t leave for long, right?

The week had passed and I called my Master every day. He didn’t answer calls or texts and I was starting to feel desperate. I was asking him to forgive me, saying that I would do anything he asks of me, hoping that he will answer soon.

By the end of the week, I got a message. It was cold and impersonal, but it was better than nothing. Master asked me to come to his place, saying that I should be ready to pay for what I did. I knew that I deserved to be punished for not listening to him and I was ready to be obedient now and give him all he wanted. I just cared that he needed me and I wouldn’t want him to be disappointed in me again.

I put on my sexiest lacy underwear, sure that he would ask me to undress for him. I missed his cock so much and all the things he did with me, so I was more than excited about our meeting. If he wanted to fuck me in any position or way, I wanted it and was more than ready to give it to him, my master.

When he opened the door, I knew that I was still in trouble. He was barely even looking at me, even though I looked and felt very sexy that night.

He let me come inside and let me sit on the couch next to him. I was buzzing with excitement and feeling a throbbing between my legs. I already wanted him to fuck me so badly and I couldn’t wait for it to happen. When I looked at my Master though, I knew that I would have to have my punishment first.

He looked at me with seriousness in his eyes, as if I disappointed him so much he couldn’t even think about what I needed to do to fix it. I looked down at my hands, afraid that what I did couldn’t be repaired.

“You behaved very badly,” he said slowly. “I told you to stop and you didn’t”

I wanted to get on my knees and wait for forgiveness, but I knew it wouldn’t work. I needed to listen and do what he asked of me.

“I’m sorry. I know it was wrong,” I said looking him in the eyes.

“That’s not enough. I need to see that you truly understand what you did,” he looked at me closely and I readily showed him how sorry I was.

“If you want me to forgive you, you’re going to worship my cock for as long as I ask you. Do you understand?”, he said.

I nodded, thinking that it was the easiest thing that I could do to earn his trust back. I loved his cock and I loved sucking him, so one more blow job was no problem for me, or so I thought. I smiled, getting on my knees in front of him and putting my legs on his thighs.

“You’re not stopping until I say so. Got it?”

“Yes, Master,” I said, happy that I was about to earn his forgiveness.

“Then start”

I started opening his pants, looking him in the eyes so he would see how hard I was trying to be good. I pulled his pants down, finally getting to his cock. He was just as beautiful as I remembered and I couldn’t wait to have him in my mouth. He was half-hard and I knew I needed to do everything to make him cum.

I looked up, opening my mouth and taking his tip in. I used my tongue and lips to tease him, to make him feel good and I kept going, taking his length in slowly, making sure that Master was happy. He didn’t even move, letting me do everything that I knew I needed to, to make him happy again. I was looking up, feeling his thick cock in my mouth, sucking him as I was trying my best to make him happy.

I kept moving my head, massaging his balls, letting him go as deep as I could, with his tip being in my throat, but, even though he was hard, Master wasn’t cumming. I was starting to feel tired, my jaw hurting from how long I kept it open, but nothing was changing.

I moved away, using just my tongue to lick all over his shaft and tip, hoping that it would work. Master smiled, looking at me, making me feel helpless and tired. I just wanted to make him happy, but he wasn’t letting me.

“You see now why you have to be good for me?” he said with a smile. “Was a moment of pleasure worth this? I don’t think so”

“Please,” my words were slurred, as I had his tip in my mouth. “Just cum in my mouth. I’m sorry”

He smiled at me even wider, moving away. My mouth stayed slightly open as he did and I didn’t know what it meant. Was I forgiven? Or does he needs to get more from me?

“Lay on your back, let your head hang back, and open your mouth,” he said harshly and I knew I needed to do it.

I lay down, looking up at him now, feeling an intense throbbing between my legs. Even though it was a punishment, I loved being used by him, I loved pleasing him and if he wanted me like this I was willing to give it to him.

“I’m going to fuck that attitude out of you,” he said, moving his still-wet cock over my face, over my lips. “You will never disobey me again”

As he said it, he pushed his cock deep into my mouth, his tip going into my throat. I just opened wide, letting him use me as he wanted. As he went deep, his balls laid on my eyes, making me close them, but I didn’t care. I was giving him all he wanted, one way or the other.

Master groaned and I knew that he was happy with me. He pulled his cock out from my throat, stroking his shaft and spilling his warm seed over my face. I closed my eyes, feeling his cum, thick and hot, covering me and going into my hair. He used my mouth again, making me feel his taste before he came hard on my face again.

“Now clean,” he said, stepping away.

I was wiping his cum from my face and licking it off, again and again, until my face was clean. When it was done, I looked up at my Master with a smile.

“Am I forgiven now?” I asked, hopeful.

“Yes, but you must never disobey me again,” Master said with a smile. “Now get on all fours and show me how good you can really be”.

Authors note: Dom and sub relationships can be interesting and extremely exciting for me. I love the idea of them and find my mind wandering into all sorts of scenarios and fantasies as I write this type of erotica. Are you more of a dom or a sub? I would consider myself more of a sub. Tamsin <3

I'm Tamsin (also known as Tammy), I'm the writer of all of these erotic stories. I write what turns me on and it used to be just for my personal use, but I decided to release it publically. I hope you enjoy and if you do remember to leave a comment and if you want more become a private member. If you want to know more about me, this is my personal page.

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