Telling Moments“Very good boy,” a finger pressing the remote, the vibrations deep within coming to a halt.
There comes a feeling of accomplishment, the collection vessel apparently adequately filled. Hormones reset, I feel a glow... nothing akin to ejaculating... little physical elation. But Miss Beth’s words bring comfort. Though oral efforts have been denied... tongue and lips near but my handler’s nest remaining at a distance... there is only modest disappointment.
“You’ve not asked if you can taste me,” Miss Beth rising from the low stool. “You may speak.”
Oral adoration has been an important element in the bonding thing. I am saddened in having such withheld.
“I would very much like that, Miss Beth.”
“Fully... in a most humiliating and degrading manner? Manifest your submission?”
