I desire

That night while my Master was on patrol, Haley came to spend the night with me and Brea in His wagon. She had a playful smile at her lips when she walked in, and a small basket of..stuff. She laid out the basket of ..stuff...on the edge of His sleeping couch I was laying across. Turning lightly to see. Brea started giggling as she looked, as if she knew the meaning behind each one of the items. Haley then went into very detailed descriptions of what my Master liked sexually. Of course the first question above all others was...

Why would I want to put my mouth there?

So when they stopped laughing, and finally started breathing, she handed me this wooden smooth solid tube of wood with a rounded tip. Simply said, cause men like it. It was hard to get the flow of what she was telling me to do. I kept choking. I still wasn't seeing the logic. There was nothing at all sexy I could see about gagging. The first few times were finished with me trying to swallow down dry heaves. Again, the lesson was paused for them to finish laughing. In the end it was a very good lesson. I learned not to bite. Not that I would bite, but one had to learn the pressure of jaw, tongue and teeth. It was amazing what could be done..with that. She spoke of sensitive parts, using two small rounded redfruit as sacs. Showing how to cup in hands, brush with cheeks and chin, even kiss..and lick. My cheeks were burning the whole time. Once my jaw started to ache and my tongue felt dry I just bit into the redfruit and started to chew as they both watched me with dropped jaws and then busted out laughing once more. Haley cleared her throat and said..

I suppose on to the next lesson.

Her and Brea talked about the whole male body from hair to toes. Fingers to small of His back. It seemed so overwhelming. Taste and test being the key words. Kiss and Miss, find out what makes Him tense and want makes Him moan. Haley said she could tell, but what she does and what I might do were entirely different. Emotions and sex brought different out comes. She talked of pretty basic things, perhaps keeping a bit of mint under my tongue if He doesn't let me move out of the way or makes me swallow. Some things take time to acquire the taste. A small jar of light oil based salve in case I'm very sore down there afterwards. Sip root, raw to be chewed, she gave me and a small wooden cup to kalana to wash the lingered bitter taste. I think I liked the gagging better then the taste of that going down my throat. We talked of sex, love and slavery in the late evening of slave dreams. It was a great night.

Morning came and I woke up. The girls were gone, and fresh salve was on my thigh, still sore and stiff, but the fire that lingered yesterday was starting to smolder. I ran fingers across my eyes, and smiled when I saw Him just sitting on the edge of the couch watching me. I asked if I could get Him anything to eat. He said no, He had eaten and bathed when He got back from patrol. Haley and Brea were waiting for Him. Blessings of the Sky, I loved His smile. He leaned over, kissing my lips.

It ended up being one of the greatest moments of my life. The feel of all of Him now part of me. The burn that was delicious once every seal that held me back was broken. It was slow and passionate the first time, after water and some meat the second was filled with more adventure and learning. The third was of seeking and learning, as I figured out....no matter what...one was going to gag! After some sleep the fourth left me with knowing there wasn't a single part of me...He hadn't marked His.

Completely His.