"Are you going to need the arm restraints again?"
"Yes, sir."
My master lets out a disapproving sigh that fills me with great shame.
He's about to use my throat for its true purpose, to be fucked relentlessly by his massive cock until he fills me with his cum.
He wants me to be able to endure the pounding without restraints. A demonstration of my self control and total submission to him. But I'm behind in my training. My arms still stubbornly push him back in moments when my selfish body fears choking or needs to breathe.
So, the restraints go on. My arms are locked firmly behind my back. I cannot budge them at all. Although these restraints are a source of shame for me, as they represent vestiges of my sense of self that I swore to give up when I became my master's property, they are also a source of comfort for me as they ensure that I will not interrupt his pleasure.
He places me on the bed with my head hanging over the side so he can insert his penis with ease. Master wanted me to have a blindfold too, but I begged him not to because I love it when the saliva runs down into my eyes. He agrees to my request. He is really too good to me.
Also, my insignificant cock is caged. Master likes it this way, so that's the way it is.
It's been a while since he unlocked it and allowed me to pleasure myself. I actually can't remember the last time. Orgasms breed selfishness, a terrible quality in a sub, so I'm rarely allowed one. They are the highest reward my master can give me and one I truly never deserve. Chastity was hard at first, but I've learned to live life this way and it's become quite liberating in a way. Sex isn't about me, it's about him. I'm in a state of perpetual horniness, which is of benefit to my master, and being useful to him is the most important thing to me.
Master inserts his cock into my throat. His cock is massive. Accommodating its incredible length and girth have permanently altered my holes. It fills my throat completely. There really is no way for me to catch a breath when he's in here. I've been practicing for this. I've been working on holding my breath for longer and longer times. My best time is 5 minutes. I'm training myself to endure much longer than that. The world record for breath holding is 24 minutes. That's the goal I'm aiming for. If a human is capable of that, then why not me? Maybe I won't ever be able to do it for that long, but working on a goal in service of my master gives my life purpose.
He enjoys verbally abusing me while using my throat hole. He laughs as my body writhes in pain. And says, "you love this don't you, faggot?" Of course I do. It's such an adrenaline rush to be used in this way. The connection between my extreme discomfort and his extreme pleasure is almost a spiritual experience for me. I want nothing more in life than to be a tool for his pleasure and my ability to endure discomfort, pain, degradation, and humiliation for him is how I demonstrate my complete devotion to him.
I always love his verbal abuse and taunts. But especially when his cock is down my throat. Because it's at this time that I have absolutely no ability to speak up for myself. Of course, I'd never talk back to him anyway. But at this moment even my ability to do so is removed from me. And I love that. I let him use me like this and still he has absolutely no respect for me, and I absolutely love him for that.
My master is a master of many things. I'm not his first or only slave, and there will surely be more to come. He's very experienced at this. He knows exactly what he's doing. Knowing this is a great comfort to me. He can tell by the convulsions of my body precisely when I must catch a breath. He pulls out his massive cock and lets me breathe a bit. Then he slaps me hard across the face. I say, "thank you, sir." And then he continues with his important work of destroying my throat.
I did not thank him for allowing me to breathe. I thanked him for the slap. My desire to breathe, which interrupted his pleasure, is a great source of shame for me. I must be punished for that. The slap was painful, but pain is one of my great teachers. My desire to avoid that slap in the future will help motivate me in my breath training.
Finally, the moment I've been looking forward to. He's about to cum. It's actually a bittersweet moment for me. I love that he's about to receive the ultimate pleasure from using me. But this also means that his cock will be outside of me soon, and I will miss it so much. He shoots most of his massive load directly into my throat, but he generously pulls the head of his penis back a bit and shoots a little of his cum directly into my mouth. He knows I love the taste of it, and this is his reward to me.
The only orgasm I need is his.
Orgasms breed selfishness, a terrible quality in a sub.
Orgasms breed selfishness, a wonderful quality in a Dom.
He turns me over and unlocks my arm restraints. I go and clean myself up. My face, hair, and eyes are covered in saliva. I always fast before throatfuckings to ensure I don't vomit. My master hates that. I then go and clean up the mess I made on the Master's bed and floor. Now, it's time to start preparing master's dinner. That was quite a workout for him and he needs to replenish himself.