Page 89 of Weston & Cyrus
“I…” I had to tell him to still be considered good and come. “I…was thinking about using…using my manners and being good for you and trying to show you…trying to show you what a good slut I was.”
Shoot.
Shoot.
Master made another soft, happy sound and kissed my forehead before poking my toy again. “He’s a cutie that loves attention, but I think you understand why he’s going to get his hug more often when we’re in private.”
Hugs more in private.
Wait.
“You…” What had he said before? “You said hugs at home, right? Here and…here and my place?” Was that private?
His eyes lit up and he looked like I was a puppy who’d just done the best trick ever. “Good boy, slut. You’re thinking clearly.”
That sounded dangerous…especially when he was so happy about it.
“Just…just a little bit.” What would happen if I could think too clearly? “Hugs…hugs are important, so I remembered that part.”
He was going to make me wear the cage.
He was going to talk about it sweetly and tell me how cute my little toy was.
He was going to talk to it and laugh like it was funny.
Shoot.
Shoot.
I was never going to last if he kept making me think.
Master chuckled like he knew what I was thinking and that just made me squirm and that made the problems start all over again. “I’m going to consider private as anywhere that I can safely play with you without it causing a problem.”
Oh, that was…
That meant…
He would…
“See?” His bright smile made my dick try to play again. “I knew you’d understand how much fun that was going to be right away. Since you’re thinking clearly.”
Thinking was terrible.
Making a vow never to do it again, I whined and shook my head. “I’m not sure…I’m not sure I’m thinking clearly.”
Master poked my cock and then the tip of my nose. “Of course you are. You’re thinking clearly enough to understand that you need to pay good attention to make sure it’s clear.”
Had…had that been what I’d said?
Would explaining that make me look like I was thinking clearly?
“You’re doing such a good job.” Still looking happy and proud of me, Master rubbed the top of my head. “So, for example, privacy would mean the club and the gym as long as the cameras were off and the door was locked.”
He had a broad definition of privacy.
Shoot.
Realizing that probably made me seem like I was thinking clearly again.
