Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Then she went back inside.
I had no idea how to respond to that. Sighing wasn’t helpful but it was all I had. As I continued down to my car, desperately trying to find a better excuse for the next time it happened, I played with a dozen different options that just kept getting worse the closer I got to Master’s apartment.
As soon as he opened his door, I pouted to make sure he knew I had an important problem. “Master, what’s the dirtiest show you know that’s on mainstream television? Not something like Pornhub. Oh, and it has to be something that talks about things like deep-throating.”
Master went very still, cocking his head. “I don’t know anything right off the bat. I mostly watch documentaries and weird things. Let’s go google it?”
He was so smart.
As he led me deeper into his apartment, once the door was closed, he stopped me and grabbed my cock over my pants. It was fun, but I wasn’t sure what he had planned until he smiled and very thoughtfully started to explain. “Let’s do this before you get distracted by something erotic, pet.”
Well, that still wasn’t much help, but his possessive hold was very sweet.
“Okay.” I kissed his cheek as he led me over toward his kitchen table, still keeping a good hold on my soft cock. “What are we doing?”
I didn’t recognize the game.
“Measuring you again, pet.” With his free hand, he gestured toward the table. “I need to do it before you get hard and this seemed like the perfect time, but don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten our discussion. We’ll figure out a plan for you.”
“Thank you, Master.” Eyeing the fabric measuring tape that looked like something my grandma used to have in her sewing kit, I realized what he was doing should’ve been obvious. “I would appreciate the help.”
He was very thoughtful to make sure we did this before I got hard and not after. Master was devious enough that I wasn’t sure I wanted to know how he would’ve gotten me soft.
“You’re welcome, pet.” As he sat down, still keeping his hand around the base of my dick even though it was an awkward angle, he went back to my original problem. “It might help if I knew why we needed television show ideas. That would probably make looking up options easier.”
Oh, good point.
As I explained about my neighbor and her awkwardly timed interruptions, Master did his best not to laugh as he carefully released my pants without letting go of my dick. He was wonderfully coordinated and so smart.
By the time I’d gotten to the part where I’d tried to explain it on an SVU episode, he had the measuring tape at the base of my soft cock and was making notes.
He had his notebook out again.
I knew I wouldn’t be soft for long once he released my cock, so I was very grateful for his modified cock ring and tight grip. “So, I need another idea. I don’t think she believed me.”
Pouting, because it really had been a good idea considering how quickly I’d needed to come up with it, I sighed. “I couldn’t figure out anything on my own, so I knew you would help.”
“I would be glad to help my sweet boy.” Master was dead set on torturing me because he leaned closer and kissed the head of my cock. “As soon as I’m done measuring your little guy, pet.”
I managed not to whimper, but my dick was making a valiant effort to get hard even though Master was keeping his fingers wrapped securely around the base. He just smiled as I let out a deep breath because he knew I was very grateful for all this attention. “I want to make sure I have this correct for your cage. Measure twice, cage once, as they say.”
Who said that?
Probably Conner.
He was always giving people weird ideas.
“Yes, Master.” Just a few more seconds. Just a few more seconds. I could be patient. “Master, where did you get a cookie sewing kit without the cookie tin?”
Chuckling, Master double-checked the measuring tape and nodded to himself. When he looked at his notebook and was pleased with the numbers, he released my cock and nearly giggled as it blew up like a balloon. “Well, your little guy isn’t so little anymore.”
“I’m sorry, Master.” His sexy words from the club as he’d talked about how disappointing it was that my cock wasn’t smaller whispered in the back of my mind, making the hard cock problem even more pronounced. “You’re very sexy, Master.”
That had his silly grin turning very wicked. “You’re very sexy too, pet.”
Stroking his fingers down my erection, he focused on just the head as he leaned back enough to take me in. “I think I’m going to leave you like this and see how long you can stay hard.”