Can you imagine suddenly being told to stop doing something you have been doing for almost ten years? And having to do it immediately with no withdrawal time to adjust? Just to stop it! That’s what my owner has done to me. Stopped my almost ten-year daily dose of blowjobs.
Last Friday, Master-Sir took Missy Evvy and me out to dinner. A treat to be with them and to enjoy the time outside the house and away from work.
Over dinner, they discussed between them my blog post about blow jobs. Master-Sir’s rule since almost day one was that I need to suck one cock a day and have only missed that a handful of times. The punishment from missing that was horrible.
Master-Sir has trained it into me (beat it into me) that if I ever see a cock in front of my face, it was there for me to suck, no questions asked! As His slave, I am to never refuse a cock and to just open up and start swallowing it when one is presented. Truly amazing what you can be trained to do without much thought. If a naked cock is by my mouth, I just want to suck it.
But No More Cock.
Miss Evvy felt that maybe I was enjoying it too much. Expecting it every day and hunting for it was now a pleasure, not a command. She felt that maybe by denying me daily cock will keep me more focused on serving them two and not so much on others. This was a conversation between two people, no slave input needed or allowed. I was the house slave just there to listen to them discuss it and me.
They both talked about it for a few minutes more before the meals came and the subject quickly changed. She asked about me cleaning her apartment before I went to a week-long conference with my Boss/Dom. A new thing I was not aware of. I was aware of the conference, but not that I was supposed to go along with Him. But now I am. I will be His assistant and His slut slave for 5 days in Atlanta
Over dessert, Master-Sir announced His new rule. No longer was I expected to suck a cock a day. My focus will now be on His cock and His command. If He wanted me to suck more cocks, He will tell me. Otherwise, just accept the change. I said “Thank You Master-Sir” and continued eating my cheesecake in silence as His girlfriend cheered the news.
Never being a smoker, I now can feel the pain of those needing to quit smoking and being forced to quit. I want more and I want one now. Almost a cruel torture of sorts not having that cock. Master-Sir has passed the word on to my Boss/Dom to continue to cut me back if He so desires. The nice thing is that my Boss/Dom doesn’t get any from the wife, so He rarely shares me when we are alone. He just uses me. A lot!
But to just cut me off sounds easy. I thought it would be but my mind is always looking for that next cock. Even looking at men I never looked at I now look at and wonder. Miss Evvy was right, I am in pain, but I am more focused on them. Because I need something to take the edge off and take my focus away from the hunt.
Master-Sir has also cut back on His need for a morning blow job to add to the fact that He has only anal fucked His slave twice since last month. No fucking for a month. He has let Jason fuck me once, but I am in withdrawal here and not sure how to handle it!