Page 88 of Weston & Cyrus
That didn’t sound good.
“What…what if he tries very hard to be a good toy?” Trying hard should be important too but Master kept shaking his head. “He likes his Master.”
Being cute and trying had to count for something…it was the only way I was going to get to come.
“I…I can play cowboy even if my toy isn’t…happy anymore.” I’d make Master come and I’d play just like he wanted. “You…you make him very happy.”
That wasn’t my fault.
“I don’t know.” Master frowned and sighed. “I’m just not sure he likes me that much.”
Warning signs flashed neon red in my head and I knew it was a trap.
I knew it.
Master knew it.
My dick knew it.
No, Master’s toy knew it.
“He…he likes you so much he showed off for the camera this morning and…and he knows he’s your toy.” Master’s toy. Master’s toy. Master’s toy. “I…I don’t even play with him when you’re not around and he thinks about you all day long.”
All day.
Driving to work.
At lunch.
At the gym.
“He…he wanted us to play with you at the gym.” Yes, Master would love to know that and it’d make him want to give me orgasms and let me come. “He wanted you to give him attention and to let…and to let us kiss you and lick you. To…to watch you work out when you were hard and in…and in just a jock.”
Yes, I hadn’t told him about that one yet.
That made me even better.
“I’m…I’m a naughty slut and so is your toy. We…we can’t help it but we belong to you. You…you’ll punish us if you need to but…but he really wants to play.” What else should I do?
I’d talked.
I’d told him stuff.
I was cute.
I’d called it my toy.
I’d used my manners.
Shoot.
Tighter.
Tighter.
Master chuckled and shook his head. “What were you thinking, slut? You almost finished playtime early again.”
He had to stop being so cute.
