With some fellatio!

I watched as Master slowly started to undo his trousers, and licked my lips in anticipation. "Master, would you like to use this mouth?" I crooned, not even calling it "my" mouth. It wasn't mine anymore, after all, it was his. If I ever called it mine, it was simply for the sake of convenience.

"Of course," he smiled, and pulled out his big, wonderful cock. I stared, enraptured by it. I knew I belonged to it now, and without hesitation, I leaned forward, and wrapped the mouth I no longer had a claim to around his tip. I moaned around, it, before leaning "my" head forward, taking it into my mouth.

"Ungh!" I moaned as I took so much of it in that I found myself struggling against my gag reflex. I didn't care though. All that mattered was bringing him pleasure, my own needs meant nothing to me anymore. I held his thighs, and began bobbing my head, suckling and doing my best not to ****.

He then put a hand on my head, and pulled me back, and ordered me gently, "Easy, don't **** yourself."

I was disappointed at that command. I didn't care about staying in my comfort zone anymore, only ensuring he got maximum pleasure. Still, a command was a command, and I reluctantly resumed without taking his entirety into my mouth, moving my hand up to stroke his base while I sucked his tip. Before long, I delighted as I felt a telltale throb of his member, signalling impending release.