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“No, Master.” Good questions. He was so smart.

Yay for the alien educational system.

“Thank you, my Theo.” A gentle caress to my cheek was my reward for finally answering him. “Now you may submit.”

Thank fuck.

The last hold I had on the real world vanished like strings being snipped and I let the trapped pleasure in me just roll through me like waves. I could hear him making food and part of me registered when he moved, but with nothing to do but obey him and submit, I didn’t worry about dinner.

It wasn’t up to me.

Master wanted to take care of me and he wanted to practice what he’d learned.

Yes, I had to let Master do his homework.

Oh, he’d be such a hot student.

Images of him holding me in front of his class talking about how I’d reacted and how many times he’d made me come filled my imagination and sent little jolts of pleasure firing through me. The tiny flares were like mini orgasms that he kept on a tight leash and only doled out when I’d submitted perfectly.

Reaching for that almost unattainable goal had the rest of the world fading and it wasn’t until the pulsing pleasure finally slowed that I realized Master was talking again. “My Theo, you have been a very good submissive human and retained maximum submission. Now it is time to replace the energy your body has consumed.”

Food.

I had to eat.

Maximum submission.

As my head cleared, I realized an orgasm hadn’t been the goal but he’d wrung out every drop of stress I’d been feeling earlier. I was a weird mix of aroused and relaxed, and I did my best to ignore my erection as he slowly walked us over to the table.

The set table.

Oh, we were having spaghetti.

“That…that looks so good, Master.” And not having to move or stand up on my own made sure I could use all my somewhat limited brain power on appreciating it. “Thank you for making me dinner and for making me so relaxed, Master.”

I wasn’t sure that was the most accurate word for the heavy feeling in me but thanking him for making it feel like I had a weighted blanket wrapped around me didn’t seem like it would make sense to him.

“You are welcome, my Theo.” His proud tone shifted to something happier when I moaned as his tentacle finally eased out of me. “We shall return to focusing on your pleasure and orgasm closer to bedtime. That will help you to sleep soundly.”

He wasn’t wrong, but that sounded so far away.

“I…I can orgasm more than once. Really, I can.” Especially with so many hours between them. “We…I…I can go fast.”

With anyone else I’d have been embarrassed saying that, but Master was different. He made everything feel safe to talk about.

I didn’t even feel ridiculous when he frowned thoughtfully and looked down at my dick as he set me in my chair. “Will achieving an orgasm now lead to sleep, my Theo?”

I’d have answered that but he started petting down the length of it and it was distracting as hell. “I…”

“Your body requires nutrition and your brain must function clearly so we can discuss limits. That is highly important.” Cocking his head in a human gesture he must’ve seen somewhere, he kept giving me his thoughtful-professor expression. “Do you understand the importance of those tasks?”

I had to eat and we had to talk about sex.

“Yes, Master.” I’d agree to just about anything he wanted if I got to come. “I…I can eat and talk about limits.”

The head pat that got me fell so perfectly into the professor and class fantasies I’d been soaking up, it almost made me come right then. “Then you may have an orgasm now and later, my Theo. But your release at bedtime is dependent on appropriate behavior.”

Naughty boys didn’t get more orgasms.

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