Beg to cum

"That was pretty good, ****. I enjoyed that more than I thought I would."

Mary is the picture of loveliness when you turn around to see her again, flushed and breathing heavily. She turns off the vibrator, unclips the harness, and steps out of the straps. Small as it is, she can't help but notice your raging hardon.

"It looks like you were able to keep your hands off of your pee-pee," she laughs. She starts to gather up her clothes.

"Mary?" She glares at you. "I mean, Mistress?"

"Yes, ****?"

"Could I please have an orgasm now?" You think, for a moment, that she might actually say no.

"I guess you've been good," she replies after some thought. "But you'll have to ask better than that."

You get down on your knees in front of her and look up at Mary's beautiful body. "Please, Mistress, could you let me cum?" She waits for a bit more. "My tiny cock needs to cum really badly." That seems to have done the trick.

"I like that you're admitting that you have a tiny cock now. It was pretty stupid to tell me that you have a big one when I could see it with my own eyes." You bow your head in shame. "No more lying. If you treat me respectfully and make sure that I'm happy, I'll make sure that you're happy. You may touch yourself."

You were hoping that she'd offer to take care of it for you, but you don't want to push your luck. As you stroke your narrow shaft, you notice that it's actually kind of hot to have a woman watch you masturbate. You had been really close right before she stopped pounding you, and it doesn't take you long at all to get off. Your wad sprays out of you onto Mary's feet.

"Are you fucking kidding me? On my new pumps?!" You manage to get in most of another apology before she cuts you off. "Lick it off!"

You know what? Fine. It's safer than arguing. You lean down and lick your semen from Mary's sexy shoes, and her feet while you're at it. The taste is surprising at first, but not as bad as you had feared. Mary seems satisfied.

"If you do anything without my permission again, there will be consequences," she continues. After a few silent minutes, she gathers up her things and gets dressed. You take her home and walk her to her doorstep. She kisses you passionately and then, sadly, steps inside without you.

You wonder what work is going to be like tomorrow.