I kept stroking, increasing strength and speed with each stroke. He'd be pounding me by now, and although it'd hurt it'd result in so much fucking ple...sure that it would all be worth it. I'd be clawing at the sheets like I was now, with hot sweaty skin that would need a towel afterwards, and with a few magic strokes I'd be almost there, just at the borderline. But he'd be greedy too, pulling out and getting himself off because he was close too, and he'd come so close to me, face leaning in, not. . please" I whined... "I have to... oh, God, Allie, why... ?"She cut off my words with a hiss."I own you, now, my piss drinker to be. That's not your orgasm coming on, it's mine! It belongs to me. I'll lend them to you to have when I feel you've earned them".I stood there wobbling on my feet, trying to catch my breath, tears coursing down my cheeks."Do you understand me, slut-cunt?"My head was spinning, but I knew the answer."Yes, Allie", I whispered hoarsely."Good. Then we can. I give a small smile, which makes her giggle again. ‘That’s a good boy, Sean. Eat up. We’re going to handle the mail, and then you’re going to entertain me. Understand?’ My cheeks flush, but I stuff a cut of steak into my mouth to hide it. I swallow hard, and say ‘Yes, Miss Cia. Anything you ask, I will lovingly comply with.’ ‘I know, Sean. I know.’ @@@@@ The mail went quickly. Mistress stood over me, and watched as my pen wrote checks, letters of recommendation, and more. She gripped my. It didn’t matter that you’re a Supply Technician, it requires a Sergeant, and it’s called an ATR position, Any Trade Requirement.I was stunned beyond belief! My first thoughts were of Donna. This is going to practically kill her!The Chief went on to explain the tasking comes from Air Command in Winnipeg to Trenton. A Sergeant was assigned the duty, but his medical testing revealed a problem with one of his heart vessels so he couldn’t go. He said I was the most junior Sergeant on the Base, so.