As his slave, I felt more possessive about his cock and determined to do a good job and make him happy. Still I didn't want to do too good a job because I wanted him to fuck me again. Still, kneeling before him took on new meaning, especially with the feeling of the collar cradling my neck and him holding my leash. In the end, my feelings no longer matter. If he wanted to nut down my throat, on my face, on my tits, wanted to fuck me or didn't want any of the above, it didn't matter. As it turned out, he went with option three. I was disappointed and felt rejected. Then he led me downstairs."Before we go any further," he told me, "you have to pick a safeword.""What's a safeword?" I asked, trying not to sound like a smartass. I really didn't know."Things are going to get intense for you, especially as you learn what you like and don't like. A safeword is something that wouldn't come up in conversation that stops any activity. We would then discuss what was wrong and how to move forwa
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