“Good kitty,” said Miguel sweetly, “now I want you to fill yourself up and hold every drop in till I tell you you can stop, and if you cum I’ll make you lick it off the floor.”
Fuck that threat made adrenaline race round my body.
“Yes ma... Miguel.”
His voice dropped down even deeper than usual and his tone sounded deadly as he demanded, “what were you just about to call me?”
“Master.” I whimpered with my head to the floor.
Please say I haven’t cocked this up already, I couldn’t stand being thrown away by Miguel; especially while naked in this position!
“Hmmm.” He hummed as the anger drained out of his face. “I think you should stick to Miguel for now.”
My heart started to beat normally again, “yes Miguel, thank you Miguel.”
My mind was fuddled with receding fear, and I reached round to my rear with my douche, but Miguel cried, “wait!” I looked up startled again, “you forgot the lube.”
Lube? Why would I use lube with a douche?
Diligently I grabbed my lube and put a bit on the top of the little tube.
“OK now you may put it in.” Said Miguel with a hungry gaze that made my skin goosebump.
Fuck! Keeping up with his mood fluctuations is keeping me flustered, it’s making me so aroused.
I smoothly slid the cold end of the douche’s tube into my tight ring and sighed softly, wow that feels better with lube on it!
Squeezing the water in, I looked round at the phone and saw a lusty look covering Miguel’s face.
His lips looked delectable as he said, “You look sexy cleaning yourself for my substitute cock.”
“Substitute cock?” My eyes shifted to the butt plug next to my phone and I sighed, “it’s a poor substitute for my Miguel’s beautiful cock.”
“I like the sound of that. I’ll have to use the real thing on you soon.”
Fuck how am I supposed to hold when you’re saying sexy stuff like that?
A soft moan left my lips and Miguel said, “so you like that idea, do you?”
“Yes.” I said and thought, ‘please be my first!’
“You had best hold that in then. Drop your head down to the floor, I want to see my kitty stretched out.”
Dropping my eyes down submissively, I lowered my head then upper half. Fuck the water is moving around in there.
Oh shit this is too hard, I need to get it out!
“Miguel please let me go to the bathroom.”
“It’s not even been two minutes and you want to give up?” He asked mockingly.
“Please, it’s hardest the first time.” I said with a surprisingly steady voice.
“Alright, just this once you can be this quick. Make sure to refill your douche.” Said Miguel in a magmatic tone.
I grabbed my douche off the floor and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door on my way through.
Fuck that was close!
To the sound of my flush, I used my bidet that I had installed for just this reason to clean myself up. While really hoping the soundproofing on my door was as good as I’d planned.
With my refilled douche in hand I walked out and got back down on the floor.
There was a distinct redness to Miguel’s cheeks and I was horrified, he heard!
“You too ashamed to face me?” He asked softly.
I nodded with my eyes lowered.
His voice still soft he asked, “have you not done this before?”
I heard my hair brush against the wooden floor as I shook my head.
“Are you enjoying this?”
My face felt like it had caught fire and I replied in little more than a whisper, “yes Miguel.”
“Say it clearly.” He said sternly.
Fuck he is sexy when he says shit like that!
“Yes Miguel, I’m enjoying cleaning myself out for your substitute cock.”
“Good, then refill yourself and hold till I say, and I expect more than two minutes this time.”
“Yes Miguel.”
A small moan left my lips as I squeezed in the second load, fuck it is surging up deeper now I’m empty.
My cock was throbbing as I put down the douche and lowered my upper half to the floor.
“Drop your chest lower.”
I did as ordered and moaned louder as my sensitive nipples rubbed against the smooth waxed wooden floor. The cold making my nipples all the harder and I struggled to hold everything in.
“That’s the one minute mark, and you already look like you’re struggling. I guess I shouldn’t expect much from a newbie.”
The dismissive tone in Miguel’s voice cut deep, I want to be the best sub he’s ever had, I want to make him forget everyone else.
I looked up at him with pleading in my eyes, “Please Miguel, I can do better.”
“Don’t use your words, show me with your body.”
“Yes Miguel.” I said and clenched my butt cheeks together.
“Good kitty, that’s two minutes.”
It felt weird inside and a soft groan escaped me.
“Go now,” said Miguel in the next breath.
“No I can last longer, I’m a good sub.”
The stern growl that came through the speaker almost made me climax on the spot. “A good sub does as he’s told, go now!”
I was in motion in a second.
Cleaned again I brought my refilled douche back with me and got down on the floor, but paused when Miguel asked, “do you need to go again?”
Not wanting to meet his beautiful dark eyes I dropped my gaze and said, “one more I think.”
“OK but don’t hold this one too long, you could really hurt yourself.”
His caring is so sexy! Fuck, do I think everything he does is sexy? Yeah I do, because he is so sexy!
“What are you thinking about that has you smiling so much?” Asked Miguel with an edge to his voice.
I shivered at the beautifully dark tone and replied honestly, “how sexy you are.”
“Hmm.” He hummed not believing, but he was obviously placated.
This time I moaned loudly as the warm water flowed into me, it never normally feels this good. Is it because Miguel is watching and teasing me?
“Mmm my man likes to clean himself for me?”
Without thinking I said, “I like to do anything for you.”
“Anything you say?”
I didn’t hear the danger of what I was agreeing to until after I said, “yes, anything.”
“Interesting, I shall think up some fun things for you to do.”
Oh fuck!
The look I turned to the camera must have shown my fear, because he chuckled as he said, “I won’t abuse you too badly.”
What is up with my face that he then said, “just enough to keep you excited.”
After a brief look down, he said sternly, “Right your two minutes are up, go clean yourself.”
He was timing me? To keep me safe? He is a wonderful Dom!
I raced into the bathroom and cleaned up. I couldn’t wait to see what Miguel had in store for me next.
Finding love isn’t easy when you're a 6”1’ muscular man with a face that makes little old ladies cross the street. Maybe the monstrous new second row will bring a little love to their rugby scrum.
First person story about a scary looking rugby player, who wants a Master.
Unreliable narrator, BDSM, strong language, insulting nicknames.
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