I get cold sores. I hate them, but there is nothing to be done about it. I get them. I have the stupid virus in my blood and once in a while, one of those things appear on my lip. Mostly they appear after I had a cold or a slight fever, but this time it appeared during an extremely stressful week at work. I always start with treatment immediately and mostly it is gone within a week. And, whenever I have a cold sore, I will never engage in oral sex.
Three days before I declared the sore gone, Master T stood in front of me. I was laying on my back, on the bed, looking up at Him.
“Sit up,” He said and I did.
“You know what to do,” He said.
Yes, I knew what He wanted me to do, but this was the on time I was going to disobey His orders.
“I cannot suck you, Mynheer,” I said.
He immediately realized that He had forgotten about the thing on my lip. It was still there, even though it could not be seen anymore.
“Then I will just cum on you,” He said.
I just looked up at Him. So many thoughts were racing through my mind. This is not a hard limit of mine, but I have always had a problem with cum on my body. Not only cum though. I hate spilling food on myself or just ‘getting dirty’. I don’t think I will enjoy having chocolate or whipped cream smeared all over my body, because I will constantly think about how dirty I am. But then again, going to the wellness center and having a massage where they use chocolate, I enjoy it.
“What’s wrong,” Master T asked.
“Nothing’s wrong,” I answered.
“Then you know what you have to do,” He said.
“What you want, Mynheer,” I answered as my hand closed around His cock.
I started moving my hand up and down His shaft, watching my own movements. Eventually I closed my eyes and just felt my movements. Up and down and around. I wanted to make it enjoyable for Him since I could not suck Him. I alternated my hands, trying to give Him different sensations. Apparently whatever I was doing was working. I heard His grunt and then felt the first spurt of His cum land on my breast. Then more landed on my legs and between my legs.
When He was done, I sat very still. My eyes were still closed. I did not want to look. This was not the first time He had cum on me. I think He did it twice before, but somehow back then I was prepared or maybe in a different mindset. This time I reacted quite negative to it. Master T got out a handkerchief and started cleaning His cum off me. I still did not move. I did open my eyes though and looked down at my legs where Master T was just cleaning off some cum. Suddenly I felt nauseous and I had to swallow hard not to gag. I quickly closed my eyes again and thought: I would much rather suck Him than have Him cum over me like this.
Why oh why do I react so strong to this? Why can’t I just accept and handle it when He wants to climax on my body? It’s a way for Him to use me and I want nothing more than for Him to use me, but why can’t I accept this? Not long ago M said that he would like to cum on my body too. Actually, that if there were more men around, all of them would cum on my body. I saw the image in my mind and shivered. When I told M this, he said he would discuss a training regime with Master T. Yes, maybe I can be trained to accept this, but I still think I will always prefer to suck and swallow.
© Rebel’s Notes