I wanted to finish very quickly - the lack of an orgasm those last couple of days now forced my blood to boil quicker than normal and my Slave enjoyed...every moment. If left to her own devices she could make oral love to that part of my anatomy for an hour, but I couldn't wait an hour.I often thought that at such moments, the Slave became the Master - that her lips controlled our relationship and I would do just about anything for her to finish me at that moment. Though I've not a submissive. "I can't see it." Sure you can," the Muse joined him. "It is black and shiny, with its top carved in the shape of a dragonhead." Black and shiny you say?" Gareth scratched his head. "That sounds familiar... what did you say it was made of?" I didn't say, because I don't know." Blaster took cover behind the hilltop again. "It is harder than steel, yet as light weight as wood. No material I have ever seen before."Gareth slid down and joined his young friend. He removed his helm and held his. As soon as I could, I said, "Yes, that sounds like something I'd very much like to try," I said."Good, good. Now, if you're willing, we could start filming after lunch. And I can discuss a few other things we might try, too."I grinned. This was going to be a great day.An hour after lunch, the director led me into the studio. I recognized the table from the videos I'd been watching for months. I felt a little like I already had things squirming around in my belly as I saw it, I was so excited.. .. I'm so sorry... I thought you were enjoying yourself...please forgiveme... I'm not what you think I am... I got the wrong impression."I quickly walk across the room my heart is racing. Trying to composemyself. I check my appearance in the mirror. Smoothing and straighteningmy clothes and hair. I say"Thank you for stopping. I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression."I see him walk up from behind me in the mirror and gently place his handson my shoulders trying to cam me."I did not mean.