Why don't you let me up?

"Why do you do this?" He asks while still holding you down on his cock.

"What do you mean? You are my master and I am your ****. I am supposed to please you."

"Yes, I know, but why do it so willingly? I mean, you don't seem to enjoy it in the least?"

"I dont really know," You admit, it is sort of strange when you think about it. "Maybe it is because even if it hurts, it still feels good being appriciated and it really seems like you need me, the way you do it."

"So you are not doing it in the hope of deceiving me?" He asks suspiciously.

"Master! Of course not! Would I really bounce this hard on your cock, crying? There would be other ways of doing that. I am only doing it this way because it is how you like it!"

"Okay," He says with a sad touch in his voice as he lets you go.

"Aaah," You moan out as you are finally able to get his dick out of you sore anus.

"Thank you, and I am sorry for that."

You dont really know what he is refering to. "Master, what are you sorry for?"

"Holding you down when I could clearly see how much it hurt you," he replies taking you tears away from your cheeks.

"Oh, yeah that was almost unbareble, but I could handle it" you say flashing a smile his way.

"Yes, and, as a sign of my gratitude, tomorrow I will let you choose how we are gonna do it, and I want you to tell me how you like it."

"Oh, Master, thank you. It is so nice of you." you say as you rest your head on his chest to fall asleep.

The last thing you think about is what you gonna do tomorrow?