Morning

Your dreams are intense. Erotic. After your intense sexual encounter with Kahl the day before and being chained to your bed without proper release you can't say you're surprised. You spend the night flitting between torrid dreams of unbridled ****-sex and the unflinching reality of your actual chains and the achingly large gag. Worse, you're distractingly aroused the entire night and can't quite reach your sex to relieve yourself. So you can only lie there and burn and drool, waiting for the master you designed yourself to free you. Knowing that your predicament was entirely your own doing only serves to heighten your shameful arousal.

Morning finally arrives. You must have dozed off eventually because you are roused suddenly by Kahl pulling on your chains. Obediently, you crawl forward onto the bed. His flesh feels warm to the touch as you carefully cross his calf and thigh to where he wants you: lying on your stomach between his legs.

Your fitful night has left you helplessly aroused and profoundly eager to demonstrate what a good **** you are for your Khal. Once, this feeling in your chest was a fun little fantasy and you'd only ever allowed yourself to scratch the surface. Fear of losing control always stopped you from truly submersing yourself in the role. It was always a game, a role play. But now, knowing that the hulking man holding your very literal leash may well cut your throat if you tried to wrench control from him... you really do feel like a ****.

You're stunned at how quickly you gave in to him. You could still plan something, perhaps lead him into a trap. But deep inside you know you don't want to. All the things that led you to worry about what could happen or might happen if you ever did lose control... they're not your problem at all. They're his problem. Your only concern needs to be to submit and obey, and that simple truth brings you so much peace that you know you're already done fighting. Maybe it's what you wanted to happen from the beginning, when you ordered him. Did you want him to eventually turn tables on you?

None of that matters now.

Khal plucks the knife from the bedside table and holds it threateningly to the side of your neck as he releases your gag. You already understand why, if not exactly how. Khal knows you have a control phrase to disable him. He seems to even know what it is. He will kill you if he thinks you are speaking it. Meekly as you can manage, you open your mouth just a little more to spit the gag out onto the bed and look up to him through your eyelashes. "Thank you, Khal..." You say slowly.

His response is a single short grunt and a gesture towards his half-erect manhood. "Keep your mouth busy. I still do not trust you. If I didn't need you to navigate this strange world of yours, I'd have already slit your throat, but I will soon tire of all this caution and free myself with or without your help."

You don't need to be told twice. Lunging forward, you part your lips and stuff as much cock into your mouth as you can. His member swells as you work your tongue against its soft tip and soon you're softly gagging yourself with enthusiasm on his fat morning wood.

Your reward is that your master simply relaxes beneath you. Just that, and you feel a swell of pride in your efforts. You have managed to convince him that you would rather suck his cock than die. Well done. But there's nothing else for you to do so you may as well try to enjoy it. His manhood is indeed a masterpiece and you are thrilled at the opportunity to worship.

Khal Drogo stretches out beneath you with an appreciative sigh. "I like your world, ****. You have many comforts here. But so much comfort makes you soft. I suspect your men are not warriors, but that they are soft. Like you. I wish to establish myself in your world. Become Kahl. You will help me." There was no question or room for negotiation in his words. You will help him.

Without taking your mouth off of him, you slow down enough to meet his eyes and nod agreeably.

He simply presses down on your head to continue sucking him off. You lower your gaze and focus on mastering the trick to relaxing your throat. You've never quite gotten the hang of it but it feels appropriate for a **** to focus on bettering her technique. As aggressive as Drogo is, you know it's only a matter of time before he forcibly takes your throat, and with how massively hung he is you know when that happens you will be glad for the practice.

"I have thought about everything. You told me it was on your word that I was taken from my world and that my mind was made puppet to your perverse games."

Again, you nod. He already knows, no sense trying to put those worms back in the can.

"By rights you should be dead already for such a betrayal. But I have learned the truth of my world and know you have saved me from a pathetic ****. Perhaps it is foolish of me, but I know that you will need to speak if we are to remove this 'chip' from my mind. I must face this danger at some point so why not now? Besides, I confess I am distracted by the scene from my other world, the one where my Khaleesi rode atop me in my tent. It seems the Kahl in the images enjoyed it tremendously, and he is me."

He pulls on your chain, hard enough to hurt and risk injury so you scrabble forward with your feet, sliding your body along his fully erect cock until your face is inches from his and you meet his eyes, hard as steel. "Show me this new pleasure. Give yourself to me ****. As a ****. There will be no love in the eyes. Prove your devotion to me and speak not a word."

You can feel his throbbing member, hot and magnificent against your thigh. Your arms are still shackled behind your back but your mouth is free of any gag for the first time since all this started. You have the opportunity to say the simple phrase to shut him down. Will it even work? Do you even want to try?

One thing's for sure, however: you are soaking wet with excitement after the night you had.