Quivering Wet Idiot

What is about the sight of Master’s rock-hard, erect cock that turns me into a blithering, quivering, wet idiot?
 
When he tells me to get to my knees, I know I’m in for a treat. Already, I can feel my pussy whir to life.
 
“On your knees, slave.”
 
Yes, Master!
 
That’s all it takes. After that, I’m his. His desperate, willing suck-slut.
 
The harder he makes me work for it, the more I enjoy it. The best is when he doesn’t even let me use my hands.
 
“Hands behind your back, slave,” he says.
 
I hear the clinking of handcuffs as he takes them out.
 
Yes! I think to myself, my pussy gushing. Shackle my hands so I can’t even touch myself. I want to be desperate, with soaking wet panties while I suck your cock! You decide if and when it’s my turn.
 
I feel the cuffs click behind me. Now I know I’m trapped—at his total mercy.
 
I get excited. I’m so terribly wet now. I’m almost hyperventilating.
 
“Tell me what you want, slut.”
 
“I want you to take your cock out so I can worship it, Master,” I whimper.
 
“What makes you think you deserve my cock today, slut?”
 
“I don’t master. But if you take it out, I promise you I’ll earn it.”
 
Master smiles. We’re on the same page.
 
“Very well, slave”
 
He undoes his belt and pulls out his cock.
 
It’s raging hard already.
 
I knew it would be!
 
I bite my lip and smile up at him.
 
I love it when he’s ready for me like this. It’s what I love about Master’s cock. No matter how stern and unreadable his face, from his cock, I know he wants me. It’s as obvious as the growing wet stain on my panties.
 
“Well, don’t just kneel there, gawking, slave. Get to work!”
 
“Yes, Master!”
 
I begin by nuzzling it with my cheeks. Cherishing its warmth. Admiring its girth and the way the soft texture feels against my cheeks.
 
I love your cock, Master, I say with my smiling eyes.
 
I know, says the cocky look on Master’s face.
 
I smile and lick him carefully with my tongue. The taste of him makes my heart race. I can tell by his deeper breaths it excites him too.
 
It isn’t long before I’m sucking the tip like a lollypop.
 
This is my favorite way to worship my Master!
 
Master sighs and puts his hands behind my head.
 
If he forces himself deeper inside me, I can’t stop him.
 
He could fill my throat with it—choke off my air supply—suffocate me.
 
I would die happily.
 
Because what better way to go? What better way to show my devotion.
 
But he won’t do that. He’s just showing me who’s in charge.
 
I know, Master. I like it that way.
 
Master can choke me. He can fuck me. Or he can make me suck him all night long. As long as I get to taste his wonderful cock—as long as I can show him I’ll worship him with everything I have, in any way he’ll let me—that’s all I need.