Plugging, edging, deepthroating & more (3)

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Continued from… Plugging, edging, deepthroating & more (2)

I was home a bit later than normal and right after I had started up my laptop, I went upstairs to insert my plug. My ass was still hurting from two nights earlier, but I wanted to keep to the evenings I had picked to wear my plug. Even though I was still sore, the plug felt okay. We had dinner and I wrote some and before I knew an hour and a half, the minimum time I am supposed to wear my plug, had passed. I went upstairs to take it off and went back downstairs to wait for the next task: edging three times.

Yet again we went to the bedroom for me to edge and just like the evening before, Master T sat in His recliner to watch me. On the third time I edged, I almost climaxed. I laughed about it, but He just watched me with a strict face. I quickly got dressed and went to Him to thank Him on my knees. This somehow was like another part of the training. I have always wanted to be able to thank Him for a task, or a session, or an orgasm and to thank Him saying: “Thank you, Mijnheer.” However, no matter how much I want to thank Him like this, I do feel a bit ridiculous when I do it. I hoped that practicing it like this it would be easier to thank Master T, but also any other Dominant we have a session with.

Less than an hour after my edging session it was time to go upstairs. I started with the Sula and Sula-ki positions, trying to keep the Sula-ki as long as possible. Each time my muscles started shaking after some time and I lowered my hips again. I did it five times and then Master T stopped me.
“Next? On the bed?” I asked.
“What kind of question is that,” He said, not happy with me asking for confirmation for something I already knew. I quickly lay down on the bed. Then the whipping started. It hurt all over. When He whipped my breasts and the strings of the flogger touched my nipples I moaned. My nipples were still sore from the pulling and pinching of two nights ago. My pussy was next and some of the strings touched me in very sensitive places. The flogger returned to my breasts and as I tried to stay still but also allow the hurt of the lashes, my legs moved closer together. Each time the flogger returned to my pussy, I spread my legs a bit more, but eventually it was not enough. Master T pushed my legs wider.
“Assume the proper Sula!”

When the ten minutes – they were definitely longer than the first night – were done, Master T sat down on the bed next to me and pushed his fingers inside me. I was granted a couple of orgasm before He stepped away from the bed and lowered His underpants. I knew what came next – deepthroat training. I got on my knees in front of Him and took Him into my mouth. I have read that sticking my tongue out would give more room in my mouth and I would not gag as easily and will be able to breath. I tried it, but damn, it was hard to stick my tongue out and take His cock in my mouth. I gagged several times and tears formed in my eyes. How could it be that His cock felt thicker and longer when He was standing compared to when He lay down. I have no idea how long He let me practice, but I was thankful when it was over. I wiped the tears from my face and got onto the bed where He was waiting.

My reward for the evening were several orgasms. His fist disappeared in my pussy and I rubbed my clitoris until a huge orgasm washed through my body. It was the third consecutive day of orgasms and my clit and pussy were starting to feel a bit tender. But there were at least 8 more days to follow. Master T lay back and told me to suck Him. At that moment I realized we were trying one more thing on my 101 list – for me to suck Him for 10 consecutive days.

To be continued… Plugging, edging, deepthroating & more (4)

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