Master Was Teasing Me!

In his Slut Saturday post yesterday, Master described how he covered my face and had me go about my business taking care of household chores. I knew he was working on some photos for his post as I was straightening our bedroom and doing laundry, but I do not get to read his posts until he is finished. Therefore, I usually don't know what he writes before it's published unless he asks me to format the photos for him, like he did yesterday.

I found it very difficult to concentrate on the html photo table after reading what he said about going to the grocery store! My Master uses me any way that he wishes, but we do not generally take our play outside of our home, especially where we live. There are very few times that Master has had me be in public with his ejaculate on my face, and usually it's only been when there were not many people around who would notice or care.

I was very nervous about the trip, and I wasn't sure he would actually make me go. Even though he seems to cut himself off when orgasming as he described, I had cum blanketing my forehead, eyes, nose, eyelashes, mouth, dripping down my chin, rolling into my ear canal, and streaking my pulled-back hair- and he wouldn't let me touch any of it. 

I didn't say anything about what he wrote as I stumbled through my work and Master switched to another project in the same room. After a minute, he turned to me and said, "so what do you think about what I said?" I ignored completely the part about the grocery store and said that I could take the butt plug while we went out. He said that it might be a long evening, and asked again if I was sure I would be able to handle it. I responded that I was absolutely sure I could. He said I was a good little slut and began to use my mouth again. That was the end of that conversation.

When Master was finished I got back to the computer work, and my attention turned again to whether he would make me go to the store with my face plastered. I mean, there are fluorescent lights there! I finished working and he posted his Slut Saturday update. I was terrified, but my betrayal was in how wet I had become.

I finished doing some laundry, but between that and my Master's project, it ended up being much later than we had thought. Master told me to hold my mouth open and drove his dick over and over into my throat and then dragged it, slobbering and soaked, back out. After a little of this, he added to my face and I sat there for a minute, frozen because he hadn't yet told me I could swallow what had landed on my tongue or to close my mouth... but also because I was now complete disgrace, a ridiculous, cum-covered and drenched, little slut. Surely he wouldn't make me go to the store now!

He stood back with a smile, appreciating his work and looked at me. His smile became a smirk, and then a wide grin as he told me I could go clean my face. I believe I jumped up and asked, "Really? That's OK?" and he answered that I could. Relief! He had only been teasing me in his post!

We actually ended up not going out at all last night. Does it make us the lame married couple if we stay home on Saturday to fuck?

xoxo, Slut