I was thirty minutes early when I knocked on Thomas and Madeline’s door.
I am usually early, ten minutes maybe fifteen — that’s only polite. Of course, being thirty minutes early is fairly rude. There’s no way that Madeline would be ready, but then, I was counting on that.
No one answered, so I knocked again. Their house was nice, two story, two car garage. Probably a finished basement. A lot of house for two people, though. They yard was well kept, the bushes neatly trimmed, flowerbeds awash with color. That had Thomas’ mark on it — he was a well kept man, and kept himself quite well.
I knocked again, louder this time, and heard someone shout “Coming!” from the inside. I stepped back from the door and waited while Thomas opened it. “You’re early,” he said. “She’s not ready.”
“I know,” I said. “I’m early on purpose.”
“You might as well come in,” he said. He led me into a room with a fireplace, a sectional couch and a love seat. There were pictures on the mantlepiece of him, Madeline and what I presumed was their daughter.
“I didn’t realize you had children,” I said.
“Just Maggie,” he said. “She was born while we were in college; now she’s in college.”
“Yep, at OSU, she’s living on campus. Wouldn’t want her parents to cramp her style.”
“Or her to cramp ours, eh?”
I guess, he said. “You know she’s not going to be ready until after six, right?”
“I figured,” I said. “I have my reasons.”
I settled on to the sectional sofa, and he started to sit down, thought better of it, and turned to me. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“No, thank you,” I said. “But there is something you can do for me.”
“What can I do for you?”
I settled down on his couch and spread my legs. “You can get down on your knees here and give me a blowjob.”
“What?” he said.
I smiled at him. His face held a bewildered expression on it. “You heard me, Thomas,” I said. “I know you and Madeline are submissive, and you’ve both separately agreed to be mine. That means I have some expectations.”
“Like when I ask you to do something, you say ‘Yes, Sir’ and you do it.”
“I thought it was your date night with Maddy,” he said.
“And I’ve been thinking about it all week. Have you come since you were in my office?” He shook his head. “I bet Madeline hasn’t either,” I said. “Makes a person horny waiting or even planning for a night out like the one I’ve got lined up for your wife. So I’d like a blowjob. Now.”
I stared him in the eyes. I was calm and just looked at him. His eyes held mine and I just smiled at him and kept his gaze. Anyone who had ever owned a dog knew what was going on here. He had to push the boundary — everything we tell men they have to do was telling him he couldn’t just give in to me and suck my cock. He couldn’t suck my cock and then let me take his wife out on a date.
But I knew something about Thomas. All those expectations were too much for him. He could fake it at work in service to his family, but it wasn’t who he was. In fact, he could only act so manly because he was in service to something. What I wanted was for him to be in service to me, and I would free him from all of that. All he had to do was acknowledge that I was his master.
The sweat beaded on his brow. His jaw clenched. I just smiled at him, and kept his gaze, doing my best not to blink. He swallowed and took a deep breath. Then he looked away, down. “Yes, Sir,” he said.
As he knelt before me, I told him, “Good, Thomas. Embrace who you are, and know I will value it. And if I value your service, you will be rewarded.”
He reached up for my pants, undid the belt, and pulled the zipper down. He pulled my cock out from my boxers, and I was hard. I knew I would be, this excited me, and just to be sure, I’d had a bit of the little blue pills earlier.
He hesitated for a moment. “I’ve — I’ve never done this,” he said.
“But you’ve always wanted to?”
“Since I was a teenager,” he said. “I’ve wanted to know what it was like to suck cock, but I was too afraid. The submission part came later.”
I ran my hand through his hair, brushing it back gently. “You have the equipment, Thomas. You know what feels good. And I’ll let you know.” He swallowed and nodded. “Now, suck your master’s cock.”
He let out a single laugh, nodded again, and slid his lips over my cock.
“Aaah, that’s good,” I told him. “Suck your master’s cock.” His head bobbed up and down on my cock, and one of his hands held the base, and jacked me off a bit. My balls were still inside my boxers, and that was fine. One lesson at a time.
I let him try things, tongue, licking my cock, playing with the head, and teasing my frenum. The last was good and I let him know. Then he started to see how much of my cock he could get in his mouth. I leaned back and let his warmth engulf me. He was enthusiastic, and that was worth a lot. Training could come later.
“This is the rule for you, Thomas: every load of my come you eat earns you an orgasm, however you want. Even loads you eat out of my other toy, your wife.”
He moaned around my cock then, bobbing his head and taking my cock deeper and deeper into his mouth. “I can promise you that with my plans, I’ll be fucking her tonight. At least one load is going in that sweet cunt of hers. I’ll bring her back here, and then you can use your oral talents to eat your master’s come out of her.”
He moved a bit faster, and his hand wrung my cock as he bounced up and down. His tongue beat a pattern against my cock as he sucked and bobbed.
“And then you can fuck your wife,” I said. “How long has it been since you two fucked — did she come home horny the night I fucked her in my suite?” He grunted in the affirmative. “Was that the last time?” Another grunt.
“So more than a week, then,” I said. “A week when neither of you came or fucked each other.” I laughed. “And all you’ll have to do is to get me to come in your mouth or let me fuck your wife.”
He moaned. He was doing well, and I jerked my hips back and forth, forcing myself deeper into his throat. “Yes, that’s it Thomas,” I said “Take my cock, swallow me down. Each one, another chance to come, to fuck your wife.” He pressed forward, against my thrusts, and I grabbed his hair in my hand, and fucked into his face.
“Oh, yes,” I said. “That’s the ticket.” And I came down his throat, and all over his tongue. He pulled off of me and coughed a bit, and looked up at me sheepishly.
“Thank you, Sir,” he said.
“Good enough for a first try,” I said. “You will need more practice, of course.”
“Of course, Sir,” he said, and blushed.
“Now, clean me up and put me away before your wife comes down.” There was a bit of come on his lip, but I didn’t tell him about it. Just a little souvenir, right?
He cleaned me off with his mouth, without needing to be told, and then tucked me back into my boxers, and zipped up my pants. As he reached for the buckle, Madeline called down, “Thomas, honey? Can you zip me up?”
He looked up at me. “Go ahead,” I said. “I can handle this.”
“Yes, Sir,” he said. I fixed my belt and watched him go. It wouldn’t be long now before I was fucking his wife.