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Throat training

My fingers ran lazily through her hair, as her head rested on my lap. We were on my bed. I was leaning against the headboard and she was curled up into me along it.

A comfortable silence hung in the air. It'd been a few weeks since we'd seen each other. The reunion was tentative. A brushing off of the cobwebs. A dusting off of the memories. A rekindling of the fire.

"I'd wished you would." I said, extracting myself from under her and walking towards the door. A purr sounded in her throat.

"I missed having your penis in my mouth." She said to my back. The words came in a rush, stumbling over each other.

I smiled wickedly back at her. I loved when she'd slowly come out of her shell of propriety as the night progressed.

She sat upright and scooted to the edge of the mattress, watching me prepare. I walked over to my closet and took out the white backpack. In methodical motions, my hands went to work. I took out spools of white rope and arrayed them in front of her. My repurposed necktie. A towel.

I looked at her intermittently as I worked. Rapt, she was following my hands, a sly smile dancing on her lips.

When I was done, I asked her, "Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Safe-words?"

"Red to stop. Yellow to slow down. Uh-uh-uh if my mouth is full."

"Good girl. On your stomach."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yes, Sir."

I watched her settle herself in the middle of the bed. Hands by her side. Her face turned towards me. She was still fully clothed. A tartan short skirt with a pale flimsy blouse. Her panties were matching too, I'd discovered earlier. No matter, I did not have use for them off at the moment.

The bight of the rope in my hand, I approached the bed. Gently, with my hands under her armpits, I dragged her towards me so her shoulders rested on the edge of the mattress. She let her head hang over the edge.

I ran the bight under her left shoulder and across her back over to her right. I paused. It had been a while since I'd done this hogtie. I could tell she noticed my hesitance by the way her body tensed.

"Gimme a sec, I forgot the tie", I whispered conspiratorially.

A giggle.

I tried from the beginning again. This time muscle memory kicked in. In practiced motions, I tied a harness on her chest, then ran the rope down to her ankles. I increased tension until I got the arch in her back that I liked. I could feel her straining against the taut rope. Finishing it off, I ran the rope back to her lower back where I tied off her elbows and hands. Finally, I did a dirty hair tie and pulled her head back so her face was upright. I stepped back to observe my work.

A gentle arch. Lines of her neck exposed alluringly in the amber light. Hands clenched into fists, silently enduring. The hem of her skirt hiked up to the rise of her pert buttocks. The drop of her neckline even more sheer from my vantage point, beckoning. Perfection.

I bent down to pick up the neck tie. Our eyes met.

"Are you okay? I asked, a finger caressing her cheek.

"Yes Sir.", she breathed.

"Good girl. Close your eyes."

She complied, before I blindfolded her with my necktie. Finally, I spread open the towel on the floor, at the edge of the bed. The preparation was complete.

In silence she waited. Her face occasionally twitching towards an errant noise. Her body shrugging occasionally to settle against her restraints. In silence I took in my fill of her predicament, inklings of feral excitement stirring deep within.

I bent down, my lips next to her ear: "Are you ready to begin training your throat?"

Her face jerked on feeling the warmth of my breath. "Yes, Sir." she averred.

"Good," I rose back up to my full height, my voice becoming sterner, "I want you to show me what you've learned so far. I want your lips to part on the sound of my zipper. Your tongue out, waiting for my cock. Salivating, drooling, no matter, until you take it in your mouth. Only then do your lips have my permission to close."

"Yes, Sir."

I pulled down my zipper and let myself free. Her response was immediate. Very well rehearsed.

"Today your lesson will be more strenuous than last time." Her tongue glistened in the light. "Last time it was long, no? I trained you to worship the length of my cock. To take your time lathering up my shaft. To use your hands to stroke and your tongue to lick."

She nodded.

"Last time, we learned how to service the head. To tease out beads of my pre-cum to whet your appetite. You learned to read my cock with the inside of your mouth. To slow down when you felt my shaft stiffen, and to slobber on me with shameless abandon when you felt me withdraw."

A thread of drool was hanging from the tip of her tongue. She waited.

"You learned how Sir finds the mess you make with your mouth pretty. You learned to forego any care for appearance and focus on giving your Sir pleasure. When you are with your Sir, you are His. His to use as He sees fit."

A fat dollop of saliva fell on the towel on the floor as she nodded.

"Mine to use. We will continue that line of instruction tonight. I will train you to throat my cock. Take it deep inside your mouth until the flat of your tongue can lick my balls. Not just once, no. I will train you to accept my cock as I fuck your throat. To gag and gurgle around its width, but accept it nonetheless." I paused, this time quieter:

"We will begin gently. I will be firm. I want you to trust me and to push yourself. But I want you to trust yourself first. Use your safe-words."

She nodded.

"Good girl.", I growled, grabbing the back of her head around the hair-tie, and planting the tip of my cock on her wet lips.

Her response was immediate. With a muffled moan, she closed her lips around me, straining against her bondage, and my hand gripping her hair, to sink her warm mouth deeper on my shaft. With effort, I held her in place. Her outstretched tongue tickled the underside of my cock, beckoning me inside.

I held her there for a moment longer. My body on the brink of betraying me, as she found what little purchase she could to bob up and down my shaft.

"Eager little cock-slut, aren't you?" I heard myself mutter.

She hummed in vigorous assent, straining harder still to be fed. Finally, I relented. Slowly, I eased on her head and leaned my hips towards her. Slowly. The seal of her lips descended further down my shaft, coating me in wet warmth. Slowly, she took my cock in worshipful silence until it reached the back of her mouth. Until she could no more. I could sense her gag reflex about to trigger, so I withdrew.

"Good girl." I finally murmured as the tip of her tongue flicked over the head of my cock. "You felt the gag reflex, yes?" She nodded. "We are going to train you to overcome that. This time I am going to stay there longer. I want you to hold me for as long as you can. I am not going to push deeper. Just hold. Let yourself get used to being filled with cock. Breathe around it. If you can't swallow your spit, let it drip out. Let it gargle out if it must."

She was silent. She swallowed, apprehensive. My cock wet from her spit hanging an inch away from her face. Then she opened her mouth and waited.

In that moment I felt pure adoration. Unable to help myself, I bent down and planted a kiss on her forehead. She started. Blind, expecting penis, she was taken aback by the gesture. But then she relaxed. Her open lips skewed with a smile.

I couldn't let her wait any longer, of course. Promptly, I pushed my cock back as far as it would go into her mouth. Obediently, she suckled on it as best as she could. One hand grasping her head, with the other I held the underside of her throat. I could feel the pulse of her heart on the warm skin. The contractions as she tried to swallow, and the vibrations as she raggedly failed.

After an eternity, I pulled back. Her gasps were sharp as she regained her breath. I stroked her hair and scratched her back, murmuring my approval to her.

My cock was resting against the side of her face as she regained her composure. Without a prompt, she tilted her head and took me back into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip as her head corkscrewed around my shaft back and forth, back and forth.

"Fuck," I grunted. "You're in heat for Sir's cock, aren't you?"

Her only response was to slurp harder over my throbbing member. I would spill any moment inside her. She know me well. I grasped her harder with both hands to stay her motions. Excruciatingly, I pulled back until only the head was inside her mouth.

"I forgot what a feral cumslut you can become. Tut-tut. Very distracting." A proud throaty grunt. "Yes, yes, you will get to swallow my cum. But first, I must deliver some part of today's promised lesson."

She stilled as I again grabbed the base of her throat and began pushing into her. Her lips creating a hungry vacuum inside her mouth, coaxing my seed into her waiting tongue. Restraint, I preached myself. The head of my penis was at the back of her mouth, pushing against the obstruction into her throat.

"I am going to push, slowly." I spoke. "You will feel like gagging. I want you to focus on keeping from panicking. I will be slow." I repeated. "You have control. You can stop any time."

She nudged herself forward in response. Good girl. Keeping in mind to be slow, I leaned into her, applying a constant forward pressure as I tried to maneuver my cock into her throat. She resisted, but remained. I slowly increased pressure and started feeling her give way. Slowly, painstakingly slowly, until-

Her back bucked as she gagged violently on my cock. The tip of her nose tickling the light dusting of hair on my pelvis. A stream of saliva ran over her chin and along her throat and over my fingers holding her there. I thought it was enough. I began to pull back. Back over the entrance into her throat. She drew a raspy breath. Back over the entrance to her mouth. She smacked her lips, calmer.

Yes, this was good enough a start for today. We had broken the psychological barrier. I would fuck her mouth and come on her tongue, yes. I pushed back again on her lips, which parted to let me in. This time I was faster. Rougher. But this time I did not go deep. Her hair clenched in my fist, I rammed my cock into her face. In and out, in and out. Spit bubbled on the edges of her mouth as she let herself be used as a fuck-toy for my base pleasure.

I could feel release building up in my loins. I wanted to prolong my use of her. I slowed down, using her wet mouth with deliberate, long strokes. But even that was not enough, as the crescendo built within me, daring to be denied. Grudgingly, I withdrew myself completely, half of me protesting at trying to delay the inevitable.

Her mouth hung open, as bereft of my company. I panted, trying to cool myself.

"Sir?", she prompted.

"Just - give me a second." I breathed.

Silence. One, two, three seconds. It was hard to cool down. "Sir," she began again.

"...Yes?"

"Sir, please fuck my mouth how you want. But I want you to cum inside of my throat."

Ah, no, a prolongation was futile. With a groan, I entered her again, any pretense at restraint gone. With each stroke, I went slightly deeper, pushed slightly harder against the back of her mouth. With each thrust, she gagged louder, but also pushed harder against me. The wet sounds of her mouth's abuse filled the room. As my hips pushed into her with each thrust, my hands pulled her into me. Again and again, trying to impale her on my shaft. I could feel my toes start to curl. The tingling of nerves cascade through my body to converge on the nexus of my pleasure. My strokes became ragged. My breath coarse. The waves of my orgasm were about to crash, when finally her throat opened. With one almighty push, I buried myself into her buckling body and held. My pelvis clenched and un-clenched in motions out of my control. My cock convulsed against the tight embrace of her mouth, ejaculating my seed in violent spurts. I could feel her gag, and I could feel her pushing into me regardless. My back bent over her as the last of my strength spilled into her. I could feel each throb of my cock, and of her throat swallowing, from my fingers clasping her neck.

It was only then, when a semblance of sense had returned, that I noticed how studious she was. She had finally pushed herself on me as far as she could go. Her lips planted at the base of my cock. And the flat of her tongue, as I had instructed, licking away at my balls.

Spent, I retreated from her, shuddering when her lips thoroughly cleaned the length of my shaft as it withdrew. Her breathing was rough, punctuated with an occasional cough. With the towel, I cleaned the beautiful mess around her face, as her body relaxed. Only then I wiped myself dry. Kneeling in front of the bed, my eyes level with her, I finally removed the improvised blindfold. She blinked her eyes a few times, adjusting, before they settled on mine. She was still tied up, only slightly worse for the wear. Slowly, I leaned in and kissed one cheek, and then another, and then pecked her lips. Her eyes had closed again. a content expression on her face.

That fleeting memory of bliss would last an eternity.