Page 43 of His Theo

The way I moved against his body as he walked felt like I was on some kind of crazy fucking machine and I couldn’t resist closing my eyes as fantasies flashed in and out of my head. Yes, humans liked combining different things in a scene.

Education wasn’t just important…it was fucking amazing.

As I imaged being trapped on a fucking machine like we were in some kind of porn, Master kept making soft approving sounds and telling me what a good mate I was being. The sweet praise added a crazy spice to the mix that somehow made everything feel even more dirty and erotic.

“I am proud of your submission, my mate.” I wasn’t sure if it was the head pat or his pride that added another dash of kink to the whole thing, but I definitely approved. “Allowing your mate to take care of you is very important. It provides you with an emotional and physical release, and it allows me to enjoy your submission. This is categorized as a fun activity for both of us.”

At some point, I was going to ask for a chance to read the Pleasing Your New Human handbook, but that could wait until I managed to open my eyes and see where the fuck he’d moved us.

Was that my fridge?

It was my fridge.

Was this hygienic?

Probably not, but since it was my kitchen and he didn’t seem to mind, I wasn’t going to worry about it.

Besides, I never had company over anyway.

“Humans find work to be highly stressful in most cases. I will admit to not understanding that. However, what is important is that we manage your stress on a daily basis.” He focused on that by thickening the tentacle inside me, but moving it slower.

I wasn’t sure if thin and faster was better or not, but if his goal was edging and not orgasm, he was doing it perfectly.

“Providing you with a variety of means to submit and making sure you have regular orgasms will help with stress management.” The way he was repeating the educational lecture he’d obviously gotten had me picturing him standing us up in the front of the class doing an erotic show-and-tell.

That fantasy was even better than the fucking machine one.

“Other important factors are nutrition and sleep. Humans have a variety of educational material regarding the preparation of food, so I will be learning those.” He made a thinking sound as the thick tentacle in me started to undulate like it was a wave.

Craziest. Sensation. Ever.

“There are many cultural factors that influence food and meal preparation.” His sounds shifted to something that clearly meant he was pleased, but reality was fuzzy and I had no idea what we were doing anymore.

The way he was pacing around the room added another level to the movements and it was leaving me shaking.

Not that I could move enough to actually do that physically.

No, I was stuck and it felt like the shaking was rattling around in me like a new sex toy.

“I have met several individuals whose mates are defined as littles and they have very interesting meal preferences.” Master picked a few things out of the fridge, but tracking his movements was just too hard so I gave up and closed my eyes again.

He liked whatever he was feeling from me because I got a happy sound and a pat on the head…then a squeeze to my dick. “Good boy, my Theo.”

Rewards were awesome.

“We will have additional discussions on food allergies and preferences. However, is it safe to assume that any food in your kitchen is tolerable?”

Huh?

The way he tapped on the head of my dick like he was knocking at the door didn’t help my ability to figure out his question but it was a wonderful source of fantasy material. Still, I knew he’d asked me something, so I tried to answer it.

“I…um…”

I needed to try harder.

“Food, my Theo.” He sounded almost giggly. “Do you have any intolerances? Will any food in your home give you what is called a tummy ache? Will any consumables in your kitchen push food through your digestive tract too quickly?”

Oh.

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