..now baby....now baby....now baby."We thrust into each other every time he uttered the phrase. I buried my face in his chest and screamed as I came h...lf a dozen times. I think I passed out a little. I found myself sitting on the floor. He was standing over me with his soft cock at eye level."Take it in your mouth," he ordered. "Use that tongue to make it hard again." He wiped it across my face, still wet from our fuck. Once again, I couldn't believe that I was doing this as my mouth opened to. I focused on the pleasure of Master’s feet on my back and the plug inside my ass rather than on the strain in my arms and shoulders. I chanted inside my head, “my pain is nothing, his pleasure is all, my pain is nothing, his pleasure is all” and I replayed the memory of coming without Master’s permission. That thought made me want to sink to the floor. A new picture popped into my head. I visualized the slave I wanted to be: a slave who doesn’t presume to take that which isn’t given. I saw her. I grabbed a couple of handfuls of her ass and pulled her tight to me and ground my hard on against her belly. I could feel her hard nipples pressing against my chest like a pair of cherries. I let my right hand drift a bit lower and slid my middle finger into her pussy. She was dripping wet and my finger felt absolutely no resistance as it slid in to the third knuckle. I added my index and then my ring fingers. I now had three fingers pumping away in her soaking wet cunt and she was panting. Ted turned to him and noticed his eyes. They were a piercing blue and weary, as if he had seen things better left to the imagination."West," Ted replied briefly.The old guy nodded, as if expecting such an answer. Moments later he continued."Where ya comin' from?" he questioned. Ted felt a flush of irritation creep up. "Why the fucking questions?" he thought. He turned to his tormentor and with a shrug, answered."East," he said dismissively.Ted was relieved to see his breakfast then placed.