Deepthroat Training

As you may recall from my previous accounts, my Master loves getting massage, and he makes me give him one practically every other day. After yet another massage, my Master demanded his happy ending. First I lay on top of him and cuddled him for a bit. I kissed his armpits and his nipples, and then I licked them. I was grateful that he let me enjoy myself for a couple of moments, and didn't immediately push me down to suck him off.

When I got my fix of his upper body, I kissed my way down to his crotch. He wasted no more time and ordered me to take his underwear off. I followed his command and kissed the skin under his now-exposed balls. I loved being down there for him, particularly as he patted my head and called me a "good boi." He stroked his cock a couple of times and held it up, a signal for me to take it into my mouth. He said he wanted me to deepthroat him, more than I did yesterday.

Yesterday he kept moving me around like a toy to fuck my throat in all sorts of positions. He ended by positioning me on my back with my head off the edge of the bed. Then he thrust his dick into my throat. I then learned that he didn't need me to work my lips and suck hard. He just needed my teeth to stay out of  the way of his cock as it went all the way down my throat. I just needed to lay with my mouth open wide enough, not moving a muscle, and let him slide in as deep as he wanted, without me gagging, just like a hole. I love feeling like a hole.

As he came close, he took his dick out and stroked it, while I licked his balls and asshole. Finally he groaned and I felt his warm cum land on my chest, one spurt after another.

Today I sucked him off while he stayed put, lying on his back. I took his cock into my mouth and did my best to take it all the way into my throat. He has an above average dick but not huge, yet I can't usually deepthroat him for more than a couple of seconds, so it’s no surprise that he gets frustrated. I understand completely, yet he kept wanting me to go deeper.

As I still felt that I took his dick deep until my lips kissed its base, I had to ask him: "What does getting that last inch of dick inside do, Sir? Is it that the tip touches the walls around my throat?" — to which he confirmed that it was that feeling which made all the difference for him. He let out a little moan almost every time I took his dick that last inch in.

While he was still lying on his back, he guided me to turn around so my ass would be facing him. I was on my knees, steadying myself with my left hand and using my right hand to jerk him off every now and then, in support of my sucking. He enjoys feeling a lot of friction, so he often orders me to chase my sucking with my hand.

I did my best to suck all the way down, deepthroating him again and again. I wished I could do more than a couple of seconds but I couldn't. So I just deepthroated as much as I could, feeling the gag reflex again and again. One time it was almost too much, and I immediately pulled out before it was too late. Fortunately I was quick enough, and a moment later I was ready to suck him again, eager to reassure him that I was alright and was capable of pleasing him.

Soon enough he gave the order: "Make me cum!"

I added more hand action, to give him faster and tighter friction than my mouth alone could offer. But he also encouraged me to suck tighter, faster, and deeper. I gave all I could for this last sprint: sucking, gagging, and stroking, over and over, until he took over and stroked himself to completion.

A moment before he came, he asked if I wanted his cum.

"Yes, Sir," I replied automatically.

"What do you say?" he prompted me.

"Please Sir, may I have your cum?" I answered. The truth is I was only saying what I knew he wanted to hear. I wasn't that excited about his cum or its taste. I just wanted to please him. I wanted to do anything to please him. When he guided my head to lick the cum off the tip of his cock, what I tasted was beyond the flavor of my Master's cum. It was the taste of his control.