Perfect Timing
When Master came home from work, he said he wanted to fuck.
I’m finding that there is an internal competition between being Master’s chef and being Master’s slut. He prioritizes sex over cooking and I’m doing the opposite. At least, *while* I’m cooking I’m placing sex at the bottom, I don’t *always* place sex at the bottom.
But I don’t think he EVER places sex at the bottom.
I bit back the “But I’m cooking!” protest and simply said that there were just 26 minutes before the oven timer went off. I offered it, not as an excuse, but as pertinent information that he could do with what he wanted. Generally, an hour is considered a “quickie” for him, but, he could decide that we’d eat burnt casserole if he so chose, I merely put the info out there.
He nodded, grabbed my hand and dragged me into the office, shoved me under the desk and proceeded to start fucking me.
I damn near chewed my lips off while I was under there as I sensed the minutes ticking by. Altruistic as my initial intent had been, I didn’t think he’d choose to let dinner burn. I started mentally sifting through the cupboards for what else we might have that could be quickly thrown together and still qualify as a meal, something gourmet, like, PB&J and Doritos.
I felt a little butt-hurt, telling myself that he must not appreciate my hard work in the kitchen! I hated (not for the first time) those stupid, perfect skinny bitches that I could hear doing their stupid fake moaning in the porn he was watching while I was squished under the desk (where it smelled like feet, I might add), having my face rubbed into the carpet (doesn’t THAT help the complexion. Not!) with my knees aching-
I was pretty much being a sulky, petulant cunt. My only saving grace being that he didn’t know it. My descent into disgraceful, unslavelike thoughts is (mostly) kept to myself because one of the advantages for me to being under the desk is that he can’t see or hear me.
Of course one of the advantages for HIM is that he can’t see or hear me, either. Do not think that has escaped me. (Gives Master the stink eye)
Though I think not having to see or hear me is the purpose rather than a handy side effect. (More stink eye)
But I digress.
Anyway, I did manage to pull my head out of my ass and rearrange my thought pattern. I haven’t forgotten my recent determination to be better, it just took me a minute. (Jes is, apparently, not the only member of this house who suffers from Entitlement Syndrome)
What I ultimately did was remember Kitten’s “Foolproof Method for Success in Slavery”. I shut up (in my head). I listened to what HE said he wanted (which, at that particular moment, was not the perfectly cooked casserole but the perfectly willing fucktoy). And I did what he said (which was to cock my ass, stay wet, stay still, and let him enjoy himself).
Which, he did. He enjoyed. Even I enjoyed, once I stopped being a bitch.
To top it all off, and what prompted the title I chose for this post- He yanked me out by my hair, shoved his dick in my mouth and climaxed down my throat precisely as the oven timer beeped.
Is he good or what??
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Uncategorized | kaya | 
Friday April 3rd, 2009 8:31am
Kaya,
A good fucking AND and good dinner? Wow, he must be special. As for his timing, didn’t you know that guys can cum any time they want after the first 5 minutes? It’s just a matter of willpower (that most of us lack).
Dave
That is a great post on what a slave’s life is like! Give over information for our owner to use as they wish and to show how sometimes we struggle with actions or thoughts but how by concentrating in realizing doing what your owner wants usually brings happiness of some type and how amazing that things work out in the end.
Lin
kaya, I haven’t been in *exactly* the same situation, but I’ve been in ones that are so close to it, at least head-space-wise!
Good job yanking your brain back in to slave mode! Hopefully, it will start being cumulative — and thus easier and easier! [she says hopefully!]
Awesome!
I’m dying to know what your Master thinks about fucking you under the desk while he watches porn.
Mine would want to do it because its humiliating for me, and because he can of course.
Do you think that yours has other reasons?
Somehow, although the skinny moaning bitches in the porn videos would (might?) offer some variety, I don’t believe that porn turns him on more than you in the long run.
Any comments?
sin
So now I know how to hurry up a blowjob; set the kitchen timer! Thanks for the tip!
hehehe
Your owner is amazing! Lucky you!
PPPP
what wonderful timing- how come that is always the case for *them* ??
Glad you were able to deal with the foot smell- but perhaps your face down in the foot smell resulted in the stink eye?