Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
At some point, I was going to ask for a chance to read the Pleasing Your New Human handbook, but that could wait until I managed to open my eyes and see where the fuck he’d moved us.
Was that my fridge?
It was my fridge.
Was this hygienic?
Probably not, but since it was my kitchen and he didn’t seem to mind, I wasn’t going to worry about it.
Besides, I never had company over anyway.
“Humans find work to be highly stressful in most cases. I will admit to not understanding that. However, what is important is that we manage your stress on a daily basis.” He focused on that by thickening the tentacle inside me, but moving it slower.
I wasn’t sure if thin and faster was better or not, but if his goal was edging and not orgasm, he was doing it perfectly.
“Providing you with a variety of means to submit and making sure you have regular orgasms will help with stress management.” The way he was repeating the educational lecture he’d obviously gotten had me picturing him standing us up in the front of the class doing an erotic show-and-tell.
That fantasy was even better than the fucking machine one.
“Other important factors are nutrition and sleep. Humans have a variety of educational material regarding the preparation of food, so I will be learning those.” He made a thinking sound as the thick tentacle in me started to undulate like it was a wave.
Craziest. Sensation. Ever.
“There are many cultural factors that influence food and meal preparation.” His sounds shifted to something that clearly meant he was pleased, but reality was fuzzy and I had no idea what we were doing anymore.
The way he was pacing around the room added another level to the movements and it was leaving me shaking.
Not that I could move enough to actually do that physically.
No, I was stuck and it felt like the shaking was rattling around in me like a new sex toy.
“I have met several individuals whose mates are defined as littles and they have very interesting meal preferences.” Master picked a few things out of the fridge, but tracking his movements was just too hard so I gave up and closed my eyes again.
He liked whatever he was feeling from me because I got a happy sound and a pat on the head…then a squeeze to my dick. “Good boy, my Theo.”
Rewards were awesome.
“We will have additional discussions on food allergies and preferences. However, is it safe to assume that any food in your kitchen is tolerable?”
Huh?
The way he tapped on the head of my dick like he was knocking at the door didn’t help my ability to figure out his question but it was a wonderful source of fantasy material. Still, I knew he’d asked me something, so I tried to answer it.
“I…um…”
I needed to try harder.
“Food, my Theo.” He sounded almost giggly. “Do you have any intolerances? Will any food in your home give you what is called a tummy ache? Will any consumables in your kitchen push food through your digestive tract too quickly?”
Oh.
“No, Master.” Good questions. He was so smart.
Yay for the alien educational system.
“Thank you, my Theo.” A gentle caress to my cheek was my reward for finally answering him. “Now you may submit.”
Thank fuck.
The last hold I had on the real world vanished like strings being snipped and I let the trapped pleasure in me just roll through me like waves. I could hear him making food and part of me registered when he moved, but with nothing to do but obey him and submit, I didn’t worry about dinner.
It wasn’t up to me.
Master wanted to take care of me and he wanted to practice what he’d learned.
Yes, I had to let Master do his homework.
Oh, he’d be such a hot student.
Images of him holding me in front of his class talking about how I’d reacted and how many times he’d made me come filled my imagination and sent little jolts of pleasure firing through me. The tiny flares were like mini orgasms that he kept on a tight leash and only doled out when I’d submitted perfectly.
Reaching for that almost unattainable goal had the rest of the world fading and it wasn’t until the pulsing pleasure finally slowed that I realized Master was talking again. “My Theo, you have been a very good submissive human and retained maximum submission. Now it is time to replace the energy your body has consumed.”
Food.
I had to eat.
Maximum submission.
As my head cleared, I realized an orgasm hadn’t been the goal but he’d wrung out every drop of stress I’d been feeling earlier. I was a weird mix of aroused and relaxed, and I did my best to ignore my erection as he slowly walked us over to the table.
The set table.
Oh, we were having spaghetti.