Training Her Throat

Abruptly the vibrations kicked in, her eyes snapped open and reflexively she clamped her teeth down on silicone. The test was about to begin.

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Their first two dates were pretty boring, to be honest. A decent restaurant, an acceptable bottle of red wine, a lot of meaningless small-talk, very little real conversation, and an uninspired kiss goodnight. She wasn't even sure why she agreed to a third. He wasn't overly attractive, average height, more than few extra pounds on an early 40's dad-bod frame, but there was a familiarity and comfort in his face, like someone you've just met that you've known for years. Their dialogue, albeit mostly superficial, was effortless and warm but there was a light behind his eyes that sparked at times. Suzie could tell he was holding something back, something not-quite-dangerous that would sometimes peek through mid-sentence when he dropped his guard. "Either way," she thought as she curved a touch of mascara on her thick, black eyelashes, "it'll be a nice meal."

Suzie stepped back from the mirror, took down her ponytail, and checked her minimal makeup, her shoulder-length slightly curly brown hair framing her face well. White lace panties hugged her ample hips, a triangular island of pubes puffing out the middle like a pillow, and the matching bra covered the bottom two-thirds of her natural C-cup breasts as faint and bumpy arcs of light brown areolas peeked out over the edges. Dark tattoos, all black, peppered her pale skin in a pattern that seemed only halfway by design. They all meant something to her, of course, but even as she scanned each in the reflection she could only take them in all-together, a constantly evolving tableau on a five-foot-three canvas. Turning as she swiveled her hips she admired her fit curves, the product of healthy living, sure, but also of acceptance in herself and her desires. She hadn't just embraced her mid-thirties, she relished them.

Clothed that night in just a pencil skirt, a cropped knit jumper and a few accessories, she gave herself another once-over before heading out the door and smirked. "No one can tell it's me," she whispered to herself, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. Walking down the busy street in Montreal, she blended in with the crowd, all bundling up their jackets tight, fall turning quickly to winter. Even with the septum piercing or the little bits of uncovered ink, she could be your kid's elementary teacher, the barista at the coffee shop on the corner, or the quiet one at the end of your row of cubicles at work. In truth she did hold a normal job, a nine-to-fiver through and through, but it was thoughts of how she spent her personal time that made her shiver with excitement as she made her way to the restaurant.

When Suzie arrived, her date greeted her warmly and they sat at a two-top near the bar area of the upscale establishment. Immediately they fell into a conversation about something irrelevant and although it was genial and natural, this time it began to wear on her, the mask of his pleasant demeanour now frustrating her. She tried changing the topics, veering into controversial subjects or politics, but nothing was fazing him, the fire behind his eyes rarely coming to the forefront. A few glasses of wine had gone down smoothly by the time the delicious entrées were finished and dessert was ordered. Suzie had lost patience.

"So, what are your plans for the rest of the weekend?" he asked as the black forest cake and two spoons arrived at the table.

"Honestly?" she replied, looking down at the table, pausing as if to decide whether to speak the words. 'Fuck it,' she thought, this would be their last date anyway. After a moment, she looked him in the eyes and answered flatly, "I'm probably going to film myself rubbing my clit until I orgasm, then post it online." She stared defiantly at him and smiled, her cheeks hot and flush. Surprisingly, he didn't react at all, he just stared back with a devilish smirk on his lips.

"Is that all?" he questioned further without missing a beat, tiny flames starting to dance behind his pupils as he took a bite of cake nonchalantly.

"No," she replied, picking up the other spoon and doubling down, "I'll likely stretch out my ass with a big toy for a bit too." Suzie took a spoonful of chocolate and pretended to savour it, never breaking eye contact. The nervous heat from her cheeks was moving through her chest and down into her belly.

"Hmmm yes. You're going to use the big black one. The purple dildo is far too easy for your ass now." The fire now raged behind his still eyes, locked in to watch her expression.

Suzie stammered and looked away first. The waitress came around with the cheque and card reader. He continued.

"Start with the orange butt plug. It must be heavy because I can tell it really makes you work to hold it in." Another bite of cake. Suzie was dumfounded. "It's cute that it makes you piss when it comes out, the pressure must be tremendous." The server was trying to look away, but the women met eyes briefly and mortification washed over them both. He continued his gaze, breaking momentarily to insert his card and type his PIN, unfazed by the added participant to the conversation. "You struggle with the black one because it gets so wide at the base." Passing the machine back to the waitress he added, smiling, "You'll get there, though, you've done a great job stretching your hole so far."

Involuntarily Suzie's pelvic muscles clenched tight and she shrunk down in her seat shuddering. The white-hot embarrassment that flooded her was settling between her legs as she tried to think of something, anything, else than the scenes he was replaying in her mind. Her asshole puckered and twitched as she attempted to forget about the nervous, aching pressure of it expanding around her silicone toy. The server mumbled some unintelligible thank you and scurried away, beet red.

"How?" she wondered quietly into her lap; she had been so careful. It had been just over 4 years since she had sloughed off her demure love life and embraced her sexual reawakening. Creating the persona of Suzie online, she perused porn sites, joined sex-positive chat groups, started visiting erotic clubs in the city, and even started her own spicy content page. She explored her own sexuality and pushed the boundaries of what turned her on, but she was careful: she never used her real name, never disclosed her location, and she never showed her face on camera without her signature lace balaclava. Fear and shame and lust now swirled around inside her. She had been meticulous about it, so... how?

"I thought I recognized a couple tattoos that peeked out, though mostly it was a guess," he answered, the wicked light behind his eyes softening a bit, "right up until the end." He ate another bite of cake and grabbed the overcoat off the back of his chair. "There's an Uber pulling up outside ready to take us to your place, or we can part ways and forget this ever happened." Standing up and circling around to her chair he crouched over beside her huddled frame. "Thank you for finally letting me see what was under your mask," he whispered, then standing and extending his hand out, "now let me show you what's under mine."

In the days to come Suzie would wonder why she accepted his invitation so quickly, alarm bells going off in her head about the situation, but nevertheless she grabbed her jacket, and his hand, and they made their way out into the cold city night. As the car pulled up he brought her in close, leaned over and kissed her deeply, his thick fingers cradling the wispy black hairs around the nape of her neck as their tongues weaved around each other. This kiss was as effortless as their conversation, each of them pivoting and switching sides in sympatico, savouring their first true connection in three dates. This was a different man altogether.

They could have kissed for hours there on the sidewalk, their hands beginning to wander all over each other, but before they lost themselves to it the driver called out through the passenger window. They slid into the backseat, Suzie in the middle as she quickly typed her address into the app on his phone, and off they went. Her idle hands settled back on him as she turned to kiss again. This time, however, he stopped her with one wide finger on the chin, redirecting it so she looked dead ahead, only the windshield and the driver's eyes in the mirror in front of her. He leaned into the right side of her face and flicked an earlobe wickedly with his tongue.

"I want to taste you," he growled, low and gravelly. Confused, she turned to kiss him and again he gently pushed her head back to center. The driver caught her gaze for a moment in the rearview. "Don't look away," he commanded softly, his demand strumming deep chords inside her as she maintained her forward outlook, "and let me taste you." Immediately she knew what he wanted.

Suzie placed her manicured left hand flat against her stomach and slid it silently across her jumper, hooking each finger down and under the hem of her skirt, freezing momentarily as her eyes met the drivers again.

"Don't stop for him." He bit her earlobe sharply, her body tightened from the reprimand, followed by a light kiss.

Relaxing, her fingers slipped under thin white lace, through thick black pubes, and curved onto puffy pink lips causing a tiny squeak to escape out of her mouth. The driver looked at her again, bewildered as her widened eyes locked with his; a car horn and traffic moving ahead forced his attention back to the road. She sunk a finger, then two, between her outer labia and into the wetness within. Feeding her wrist further under the skirt, she hooked her digits up and inside, two slick fingers massaging internally as her hips rose to meet them, her palm brushing up and down the hood of her clit. Dredging warmth from inside and rubbing her sopping fingers up and down her vulva she rotated her waist in small circles as her heart began to race, climax approaching quickly. She bit her lip to stop from moaning.

Another reprimand, this time a hard tug of the earring with his teeth.

"This isn't for you," he reminded her, inches from her ear canal at normal speaking volume through gritted teeth. Again, the muscles instantly contracted and she froze, her pussy clenching fingers two knuckles deep. "I want my taste," he ordered her, releasing the silver loop from his grasp. He placed a kiss on her sore earring hole as it shrunk back down alongside her softening core muscles, settling her back down into the car seat.

"Now."

Pain and fear mixed with a lingering ecstasy that washed over Suzie in waves as she withdrew her shaking hand, dragging a wet trail back up over her lips, through her pubes and out from under her panties. She kept her focus purely ahead, as instructed, and presented her fingers to him, spreading her digits apart to show him the web of fluid in between. Immediately he hooked his tongue in the middle and captured the strings of warm liquid, sucking in each finger to the base to lick them clean. Her heart beat loudly in her chest and thrummed in the engorged and pulsing pearl down below as she waited for his approval, air trapped in her lungs. After seconds that seemed like an eternity, came praise.

"Good girl," he purred into her ear, and she came.

Her breath came out in ragged heaves, diaphragm spasming in time with her pelvic muscles, shaking her hips as she tried to press her knees together. The tendons in her neck went taut and her teeth grit together, riding out the orgasm while keeping her head always facing forward. Silently she absorbed the aftershocks of spasms as they fired off throughout her, quaking and shaking.

Once her trembles gave way to just tiny vibrations, he directed her face towards his and placed tiny kisses on her forehead, her rosy cheeks, and her lips before he again embraced her completely. Lingering notes of sweet chocolate and bold cabernet mixed with the slightly salty taste of her vagina in their mouths, tongues caressing and exploring each other until they at last reached their destination.

Their hands roamed over each others' bodies from the moment they stepped out into the cold and busy night all the way up to her warm and quiet apartment floor. Following her inside the apartment he swung her around and pinned her back against the door, his frame eclipsing hers in the dim light of the single bulb overhead. He peeled off her coat and purse and tossed them to the side. She tried to reciprocate with his overcoat but he slapped her hands aside harshly and continued to disrobe her. The sweater came up and off easily, the lace bra unhooked from the back without much resistance and her skirt unzipped on the side and fell to the floor around her feet. The panties, however, he pulled over her ass and down her legs gently, allowing her to step her heels out gracefully.

The lace undergarment hung heavy, soaked through in the middle with the same viscous liquid that dripped and slathered down between her legs. He turned them inside out and brought them up to her face and Suzie accepted them on her tongue without prompt. She sucked at the crotch of them, enjoying her flavours while looking up at him appreciatively.

Towering over her his eyes feasted on her pale skin and the beautiful tattoos that adorned it. Starting with a tiny patch of ink on the inside of her ear he kissed each piece of art, appreciating the collection from head to toe with his lips. Tiny portraits, like the one on her finger, received light pecks, while larger murals, such as the reclined woman that straddled her midsection, were painted with strong, wet lashes of his tongue.

Suzie leaned back, bit down on her underwear and let him worship her figure, eventually turning and placing her chest against the door to allow him to revere the drawings on the backs of her shoulders, cheeks, thighs. She trembled with each touch, goosebumps rising everywhere his mouth visited, and her nipples ached as they pressed against cold wood. When he'd finally venerated her whole gallery he stood up tall behind her and waited. Fully exposed and humming with electricity she looked back over her shoulder at him, stood as tall as possible in her stilettos, and jutted her ass up and out.

He opened his overcoat where the cotton twill of his pants strained to contain his erection. Unzipping them his uncircumcised cock flopped out, raging lust illustrated by bulging veins that ran around and up to the hooded head. Average in length but girthsome she watched him sidle behind her upturned rump and felt the heat radiating off it before he used it to scrape the slick mess that coated her thighs and crevasse. Gathering it into a little pool that overflowed and dripped down, little rivulets of her milky clear lubrication flowing down his bumps and ridges, he pressed the head against her moist labia.

Suzie swallowed the saliva and secretions that accumulated in her lace-filled mouth, exhaled deep, and closed her eyes, resting the side of her face on her apartment door. The warmth of his flesh rose up through her and all the tension she held melted away. She opened for him.

He fed her hungry pussy the full length of his member and she inhaled sharply, eyes snapping open as he bottomed into her in one purposeful stroke. She twitched and shook as she felt him deep, heating her core from the inside. Just as she began to adjust to his penetration, he wrapped an arm around her stomach, pivoted his hips and pushed even deeper, burying another inch inside her and lifting her heels off the ground.

Like a doll plucked from the packaging, her arms dangled off to either side as his full weight pressed her up and into the door. He wrapped his large hands over hers, placed them palms down on either side of the peephole, leaned down and softly placed a kiss between her shoulder blades.

Then he started fucking her.

Letting her feet touch the floor he thrusted into her again, and again, and again as a rhythm began to form. The soft pat-pat of her ass slapping against trouser fabric. A high-pitched squee as her cheek rubbed up and down the door. His low grunts punctuating each stroke inward. The little chirps and whimpers that fell out of her mouth subliminally. The tock-tock sound of the deadbolt rattling in the doorframe. All of these sounds kept in time by the steady click of her heels as they bounced off the hardwood floor.

The music accelerated and reached a fever pitch within minutes and Suzie felt her body tightening as another orgasm approached. Her eyes began to roll back.

A loud whipcrack rang out through the apartment as he smacked her ass with an outstretched hand. The music stopped and she was yanked from impending bliss and back to reality.

Cortisol and adrenaline engulfed her brain instead. Her rump ached and tingled, the skin raising in a perfect upside-down handprint. His dick remained fully lodged inside.

"Good girls ask if they can come," he snarled towards the side of her face, then waited a beat for her wide-eyed stare to relax, "Do you understand?"

Suzie craned her neck off the door and nodded solemnly, watching his frown soften again to a smile. He kissed her on the temple. "Please may I come?" she eked out through wet panties.

"No, you may not," he replied, and started fucking her again, resuming their frantic symphony. Leaving her palms on the door he moved his arms down to her side, anchoring each with a heaping handful of her hips. Leaning back he pistoned long strokes into her, lifting her ass up and down forcefully onto his lap, his trousers now drenched in her juices.

Suzie had, of course, experimented with dom/sub dynamics and orgasm denial so there was something tremendously arousing about becoming a plaything for his pleasure, but it was the ease with which he knew how to stimulate those feelings that surprised her. Strong thrusts filled her with buzzing, electric warmth as she looked back, trying to figure him out. The fire that he had previously kept at bay now consumed his eyes, and her heart skipped a beat when they caught hers, the climax she had pushed down starting to build again. Her eyes widened but he just shook his head 'no' at her soundless request and she quivered, squeezing them shut as she again refused euphoria.

After a few minutes he stopped the music and set her down on her feet, spun her around to face him, and lifted her back up in his arms. She wrapped her hands around his neck, her legs around his waist, and inhaled deeply as he lowered her gently back onto his cock. The wicked flames smoldered, his face softened, and her questioning look evaporated. He plucked the panties from her mouth and their lips met in unison, Suzie happily sharing the taste with him. His hips began a gentle twirl and they fell back against the entryway wall, their tongues caressing sloppily.

Holding on for her life she rode him, digging her heels into the small of his back, riding the waterfalls edge of her ecstasy, trying with every fibre of her being not to go over. Fear blanketed her face thinking she might lose control and disobey his clear orders. He could see the struggle in her eyes, pleading, begging him for release, but he continued to deny her. In fact he pumped harder, sweat beading off his head, attacking her restraint. Her mouth agape, body vibrating, Suzie held on to the last shreds of resistance, each stroke chiselling away her willpower.

Just when she thought she might either come or pass out or go insane he squeezed her tight and whispered in her ear, through ragged breaths, "Come for me."

Suzie came, harder than she had ever before, and he followed. Slamming her down onto him he pumped his warm seed up inside her while she shook like a woman possessed. Eyes rolled back in her head and she went limp in his arms; the dam inside her burst. All of her muscles constricted and relaxed subconsciously, and she squirted hot streams down his pant legs and splashing on to the floor. His legs gave out and they slid down the wall into a convulsing heap on the floor. There they lay for minutes until finally the neurons in their brains stopped short-circuiting and they caught their breath.

"What a good girl," he muttered, grinning, and the praise teased out another little bit of dopamine inside her. Looking down he slid her gently off his lap and examined the mess they made. "Wow," he exclaimed, stood up shakily, hung up his overcoat on a nearby hanger, and undid his pants, letting them fall in a pile of her mostly wet clothes. He bundled it all up in one long arm and helped her up on her feet with the other. "If you've got a washing machine I can start a load and you can show me your film studio," he said, matter-of-factly, a faint trace of naughty sparks in his eyes.

Stepping out of her heels Suzie led him into her apartment on shaky legs. Her brain felt like it was coming out of a fog, but what he said had started to put the pieces together. Of course he knew what she liked sexually, why she would enjoy his dominating role, and how to push her to the limit seamlessly. She had hours and hours of footage on her fansite, detailed videos chronicling her erotic escapades, what she loved and what she craved, and all the kinks she was into. Even if the acts were planned and the scenarios were fantasy, she put her genuine exploration of pleasure on display for the world to see. He had studied her.

The thought was both scary and heartwarming. They made their way into the kitchen, she poured two glasses of water and threw their clothes in the machine. Rehydrating silently, they scanned and surveyed each other with wry smiles. He pored over her nude silhouette, eyes drifting from shoulder length black hair down to fluffy pubes and the many delicious curves in between. She sized him up too, now clothed only in a button-up shirt and boxers, but her examinations were mainly mental and emotional. She had just shagged a fan and blurred the lines between her online self and her real life, and she wasn't yet sure that it wasn't a grave mistake. His kind face put her at ease however, and even though he had likely seen her at her most depraved there was still an undeniable and unspoken connection between them that wasn't rehearsed or forced.

"I take it I'm the first fan you've fucked," he said, addressing the elephant in the room, "and I can imagine that's probably pretty weird." He took a big gulp from his glass, and she did the same, the water steadying her back on solid ground. "I know what you like, so I guess I have you at a disadvantage," he carried on, "but don't worry, I'll make it very clear what I like." He chuckled lightly but the fiendish flickering behind his otherwise gentle eyes snuck through.

"You have me figured out, hmm?" Suzie questioned, chin held high, attempting to look resolute and firm while completely bare.

"You as a person? No. I don't think I've even scratched the surface," he said plainly, "but sexually?" He raised his eyebrows at her. "I think I've got a pretty good idea what's going to happen next."

"Oh, and what's that?" she retorted, drinking some more and pretending she wasn't hanging off his every word.

He downed the last of his water and leaned back on the countertop beside her. She looked up at him rebelliously, nervous energy again starting to spark through her. He leaned in as if to tell her a secret.

"Here's what is going to happen," he breathed into her ear, "you're going to beg me to cum in your mouth." He pulled his face away from hers to catch her eye. The insubordinate look was still there, but she didn't utter a word to deny it. "If there's one common theme in your videos it's that there are many carnal pleasures you enjoy, positions and toys and scenarios and more, but cum? You don't love cum, you NEED it." Suzie stiffened at the thought.

"You love teasing and sucking it out. You love the taste and the warmth of it. You love to play with it and share it." The hairs on her arms prickled and stood on end, her nipples filling out into ripe raspberries. "I bet you're thinking of a hot load sliding down the back of your throat right now." Her mouth watered but she stayed silent, obstinate as if to show her willpower was stronger than he thought. He watched her charade closely and then shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe I have it wrong, though."

She let the air out of her chest slowly, hoping she'd proven the point, and grinned, victorious. He shrugged again and just traced a finger down behind her ear, across her set jawline to her chin, while he admired her triumphant face. Then he let it fall to her chest, drawing a line between her breasts and down her torso, dragging the back of the nail gently through her bush. Still watching her, he slipped the index inside her and her mouth and eyes widened ever-so-slightly. Reaching up into her saturated insides he swirled and curled his hand, before withdrawing and bringing it back up between their faces. Gooey white sperm he had just pumped up inside her now draped down his finger, a thick glob threatening to drip off the end.

Without hesitation, Suzie caught the droplet with her tongue and savoured it before swallowing. He had called her bluff; she dropped the façade and sucked the rest of his finger down to the knuckle. Pulling back she murmured her approval at the sweet and salty taste and looked sheepishly back at him, defeated, bottom lip jutting out in a little pout. He simply responded with his charming smile and brought her in for another intense kiss. No bragging, no I-told-you-sos, just the two of them sharing their combined essence.

As they embraced she sloughed off her fears and concerns. This scenario, the feeling of being known, was no longer unsettling, it was comforting. She had gotten used to hiding, from coworkers, relatives, prospective lovers, always worried her online persona would scare or disgust them. There would be no judgement here, she had already bared it all for him to see. With him she could be her authentic, erotic, self.

In the hours that followed they explored each other unconditionally, Suzie following his commands. She let him conduct the orchestra of urges and emotions that raged through her, forcing her to hold the crescendo of her orgasms until they nearly broke her down completely. Each time he allowed her to come it became harder and harder to silence her brain from the thunderstorm that shot through her muscles and nerves until he spoke the words she yearned to hear.

"Good girl"

Those two words stilled her racing heart and bathed her circulatory system with warm and fuzzy chemicals, calming and conditioning her cerebellum to listen and obey him fully. She modeled and danced for him, demonstrated her varied toys for him, twisted herself in every position for him, welcomed him in every hole, and let her body and mind indulge his every whim.

She pleaded with him, sweet and soft at first, squatting on a thick dildo in the kitchen and sucking on the tip of his dick, looking up at him, for his prize. Her pleading turned to rhythmic begging as he stuffed her anus from behind on the bed, her asshole straining against his girthy shaft with each thrust. By the time she was riding him on the bedroom floor, full sentences were no longer possible, her eyes lolled back in her head. She gripped handfuls of his chest hair to keep upright while bouncing her soaking wet lips up and down on his meat. Only the odd 'please' snuck out while a long string of drool absentmindedly hung from her mouth.

Meanwhile, he was reveling in their combined unhinged fantasies, replaying some he had seen on the fansite, and creating some new ones with her increasingly compliant attitude. He brought himself to the brink of bliss, over and over, riding the knife's edge of his own orgasm, rebuking her desperate pleas for his second load. Frantic desire settled in her eyebrows and pupils, her eyes praying for him to bless her with his prize, as they intensified into a crazed stare.

He could feel it boiling up inside him, the exquisite pressure starting to redline, and the veins of his cock bulged and twitched in anticipation. He pulled out of her pussy and stood up over her as she readied herself, mouth open, tongue lolling out. He fed the tip in and kept pushing until it pressed against her uvula, causing her to gag and cough, only getting a third of his length past her lips. Try as she might, she couldn't get it in deep, full rejection spasms shooting through her the moment anything touched the back of her throat. She desperately wanted to suck his thick dick down to the balls, but her body refused.

"I'm... sorry," she eeked out, tears welling in the corners of her eyes, looking away regretfully.

He stroked her hair gently. "It's ok," he comforted her, "you've been such a good girl." He lifted her chin back up to face him. "Open up for me." She obliged, straining the muscles in her jaw and jutting her tongue out as far as she could, gratefully.

He gripped his shaft and, after three long strokes, a viscous rope of semen blasted out, splashing against teeth and lips and tongue and chin. Then another that hit the mark perfectly, back of the throat, once again triggering her gag reflex. A third and fourth stream plastered her face as she coughed and choked. The remainder dribbled down in audible splats onto the growing pool in her maw. Tears streamed down her face, equal parts shame and sweet relief as she licked the last pebble off the tip and scraped his milk off her visage and into her mouth. Swirling and swishing his hot blessing she looked up, crying with a joyous smile at his benediction.

"Swallow for me," he instructed, and she did, gladly. Two big gulps and it was gone, his warm manna travelling down into her stomach. She quivered and shook, totally spent and wrung out like a damp rag.

He picked up her quivering and huddled frame in his big arms and brought her to the bed. While he planted little smooches on her head she snuggled close in the crook of his arm, drawing from his strength and body heat as she drifted off to sleep.

When she finally awoke the midday sun was beaming through her apartment and Suzie was dehydrated and disoriented. She couldn't recall ever having slept that hard in her life, the alarm clock flashing 12:34pm, as the sordid escapades of the night before emerged through the haze blanketing her brain.

He was gone. Her evening attire, clean and folded at the end of the bed were the only signs he had ever been there. A little miffed at the Houdini act she thought about texting him when suddenly there was a knock at the door. Assuming he was returning with lunch she draped herself in a silk robe, purposefully left open from the neck down the middle, and opened her apartment door.

The bike courier that stood in her hallway went from bored indifference to wide-eyed shock to blushing amusement in the span of a second as Suzie scrambled to cover herself up. He stuttered something about signing for a package and presented her with a fancy wrapped box. She scrawled her signature on the tablet and scurried back inside, the colour drained out of her face.

She brought the box in and unwrapped it carefully. Inside were four items: a handwritten card, a purple butt plug, a long, thin flesh coloured dildo, and a black ball gag with leather straps. She turned the card and read it aloud.

"Sorry for not staying this morning, it was hard to leave you sleeping so sweetly beside me. Thank you for sharing your authentic self with me." Then, at the bottom in red ink, "Enjoy the included items, we will use them in your training." Suzie gave the toys another once over and shivered at the vaguely sinister message. The plug was like others she owned, average-sized, made with purple sterile silicone. She also had similar dildos in length, this one was about 10 inches long, but none so thin and smooth. The ball gag was novel however, a thick metal buckle attached to two leather straps suspending a silicone ball in the middle. Ball gags weren't new to her, but this one was different: Instead of a smooth, black sphere to bite on, a two-and-a-half-inch dildo jutted out from one side of the orb. None of the items cleared up her confusion about her impending 'training', but she was still excited to play with them regardless.

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Days passed and they resumed their normal routines. Suzie went to her day job and filmed some content with her new toys in the evenings and the two of them texted back and forth, organizing another date; she would cook dinner for them at her flat.

The plug and dildo were easy to use and she came hard a few times while working them inside her ass and pussy in unison. The gag, unfortunately, proved a problem. Strapping it on her head with the dick part facing out was straightforward, however when she turned it inward, the tip of the rubber phallus poked uncomfortably at the back of her throat, causing her to gag violently. She couldn't keep it in for more than a second without her body rejecting it, much to her chagrin. Nevertheless, she was excited for their next soiree, if only to see him again and get to the bottom of his cryptic note.

The night of their date arrived and she made them a delicious meal, mushroom risotto with toasted artisanal breads she'd picked up from a local bakery, and a moderately priced pinot noir. They conversed as old friends do, without reservation or judgement, and kissed as new lovers do, with intensity and passion, and the evening was heavenly. Neither broached the subject of the sex toys, or the mysterious instructions included with them.

As dinner wrapped up they brought their glasses back to her bedroom, already the scene of their many raunchy adventures. On the bedside table were the tools he'd gifted her, ready for their implementation. Suzie followed his eyes from the toys back up to her face. "I noticed you've made good use of at least two of your tools," he stated, taking a swig of wine, "is there a problem with the third?"

"I can't, umm, use it," she said meekly, "it hits the back of my mouth and I gag on it."

He ran his hand through her hair and settled it around the back of her neck. With his other hand he picked up the ball gag and dangled in front of her face. She could already feel her neck muscles tightening up in anticipation of its rubbery jabs. Even though she dreaded the feeling, her mouth opened as soon as he placed the tip of the little dong at her lips. He placed it halfway in, letting the tip sit on her tongue, away from the back of her throat, pulled the straps around her head and buckled it loosely at the back. Her lips wrapped around the tiny shaft of the gag, barely grazing the ball at the end, and her tongue cradled the head as spit began to pool in her mouth. She looked up at him appreciatively.

"That's a start," he said, smiling proudly at her, "but you have a long way to go if you want to take me down your throat. Do you want me to be able to cum down your throat?"

"Yehhss," she slurred through the gag.

"Good girl." He opened his hand at the back of her neck, grabbed a handful of hair and twisted, directing her head further up to his. "Would you like me to train your throat?"

Again, "Yehhss."

"Good girl." He twisted her hair harder and wrenched her face closer still. "You will have to listen and do exactly as your told. Can you do that?"

A moment of pause, then quieter, "Yehssh."

"Good girl." He pulled and directed her onto the bed. She kneeled on all fours like an obedient pet. "Here is how this will happen, are you listening?" She nodded back at him quickly, a string of saliva starting to dangle off the black ball at the end of her glistening lips. "Everytime you gag or choke or cough, I will correct you," he said, smacking her ass hard at the end of the sentence for clarity. Even through her pants it smarted and she bit down on the silicone shaft to steady herself.

"Training ends when you pass the test. You can asked to be tested any time, and I can choose to test you at any time. To start the test, I want to see the gag in your mouth, this dildo in your pussy, and this plug in your ass." He picked up the other two implements and handed them to her. "If you fail the test, I will fuck you in the ass and leave. If you pass, however, and manage to get my dick down your throat comfortably, I will feed you my warm seed and you will be allowed to come." Suzie nodded again her understanding.

"Let me be clear, you are not allowed to come until you've completed my training and passed the test," he clarified, a puzzled look forming between her eyebrows, "not while we fuck, not on camera, not alone, never. Until you can taste my sweet gift in your throat, you are to deny each and every orgasm." Realization started to set upon her and she sat back on her knees, considering the ramifications. As her mind raced at the harsh guidelines she accidentally let the gag fall deeper in her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged involuntarily and immediately pulled it out but her thigh rang out in pain as he slapped the back of her leg with force.

"Do you still want to receive my training?" he asked, one more time.

Suzie hesitated. Denying herself was exciting in small doses, but how long would her training last? Days? Weeks? She shuddered at the thought of not being able to climax for a whole month, but when she looked at him, his confidence was undeniable. It calmed her and she trusted his steady hands, even if (or especially when) they left big red handprints on her asscheeks.

"Yesff," she finally acquiesced, and he smiled, bright flames dancing happily behind his big brown eyes. Training had begun.

This first session was difficult, however. Getting her uvula and the back of her throat used to the plastic penis was the goal but every time he prodded the gag or tugged on the straps, the full-body rejection from her body was instantaneous and seemingly uncontrollable. The 'corrections' he gave her started as a welcome reprieve from the convulsions that ran through her short frame, but soon her ass and thighs rang out in radiating waves of pain. She was beginning to dread the sound of his hand on her backside, and the sting that followed, and so she was in a perpetual state of tension.

She cursed her gag reflex and was about to give up on his training when she felt him slide her pants gently down off her sore skin. Cold crème he dripped down on each side of her swollen, red cheeks, and a healthy dollop of lube he plopped onto the centre of the wrinkly, brown skin of her asshole. Working one, then eventually two fingers in, he stretched and lubricated her backdoor as she pushed back on his hand, thankful for the relief. Pulling his dick out of his pants he slathered it with more lube and aimed at the light brown bullseye of her otherwise crimson dartboard.

Her hole accepted his head and shaft with enthusiasm; she had never been so happy to be fucked in the ass. He massaged sweet comfort deep inside her with every stroke, even his hips spreading and splashing the cool crème along her thighs when he bottomed out. Her mind blotted out the ache and burn of her many corrections as she focussed on the reaming she was graciously accepting. One hand held on to the strap that encircled her head, one grabbed a shoulder, and he fucked her proper, while she gave herself fully to his pounding. Wet squicks and squishes filled the air as she let herself go limp in his arms.

Saliva poured out of her mouth and down into her shirt while lube and crème slid down the back of her legs and into her underwear and pants bunched around her knees. He climbed up on top of her rear and pressed down into her like a feral animal, rapid and chaotically, grunting into her ear as he pulled on the reins of the gag. His dick grazed her g-spot through her rectum wall as he smashed into her, and she could feel the orgasm building. Just then, he pulled out and came all over her asscheeks and thighs, adding his cum to the crème that already covered her from the waist down, and Suzie roused herself back to reality. Only then did she realize that the ball gag was fully in her mouth, the head of the little dick pressed firmly against the back of her throat.

The realization caused her to cough and she pulled it out while a loud 'thwack' echoed in the silence that followed. The sting of his thick hand slapping her cum-covered rear echoed as well, her swollen backside remembering each previous correction. As she sat there gathering her senses, she heard her apartment door open and close. He had left, as unceremoniously as he said he would; lube and semen dripped out of her gaping sphincter.

---

The next day Suzie found it difficult to work. Her legs and ass were sore and swollen, but his abrupt departure the night before irritated her more. She was frustrated at herself, frustrated at the cold nature of his 'training', and even more frustrated that she couldn't just abscond to the bathroom to rub a quick one out. She wanted praise and needed relief and it didn't seem like either would be coming any time soon, so she committed to herself to work doubly hard on training her throat.

That night she tried probing with a finger into the back of her mouth, only to constantly spit and spurt futilely. Strapping the ball gag back on and pressing inward produced the same response, but she kept trying. Over and over she prodded at her uvula and the base of her tongue and over and over her body rejected it violently. After a while she slumped down defeated, the gag sitting loosely on her lips.

'What kind of training even is this?' she thought to herself. He hadn't helped or guided her. He didn't give her any tips or suggestions about how to proceed. He only struck her when her body reacted in a way she couldn't even control. That was no training at all. On top of that, when she had reached the limit of his 'corrections,' he used her ass and left without as much as a 'goodbye.'

Not that she minded the anal pounding, mind you. As she played it back in her mind she could still feel his thick, warm fingers gently pressing lube in and around her hole, circling the rim again and again slowly, her ring stretching and contracting around his digits. In the back of her cheeks saliva pooled as she remembered him bearing down his weight, fucking her like a dog while she presented her haunches to him like she was in heat. Her clitoris ached and her underwear moistened while she thought about the warm strings of semen splashing up her back and down her thighs. Involuntarily she tongued the little cock in her mouth as she dreamed of his thick ropes painting her face and coating her teeth. Spit covered the ball part and she pulled it in with her lips, toying with it as she envisioned pressing her nose into his neatly trimmed pubes, his phallus jerking on her tongue as it pumped hot cum down her throat.

While her mind wandered she savoured and sucked on the silicone shaft and the tip nestled itself in the curve of her neck, her throat no longer fighting, but rather welcoming it in. She rubbed the outside of her panties absentmindedly, pressing down on the hard nub underneath. As her temperature rose, her conscious mind reminded her not to come without his permission, which roused her from her delicious dreams. Slowly her focus returned and she felt the pressure of the gag at the entrance of her throat. Instead of panicking she pushed the ball out with her lips slowly, allowing the tip to withdraw gently until the gag was out and the straps off her head. It dripped with saliva and she looked at it with pride.

Suzie realized then that she couldn't force her throat to open, nor fight her involuntary reflexes. She needed to relax. Dreaming of being in his safe embrace, allowing herself to be at his mercy, relaxed her. Opening herself to him opened her throat to the dildo. She beamed with joy.

Over the next few evenings she continued to train her mind and throat. She cycled through the sexual memories they had created as she began to enjoy the weighty feeling of the gag in her mouth. Eventually, simply remembering his kind face and warm embrace calmed her enough to take it as deep as it would go. She tightened the straps until they left marks on her cheeks, the ball so deep it forced her mouth open as her teeth rested on it, and admired herself in the mirror, spit dripping down her chest in long strings. Pleased with her progress she recorded a short video for her fansite in which she let the saliva roll down her front and saturate her bush while she teased her clit. She worked the purple plug into her ass and sat on the long dildo and rode them as she dribbled and drooled. Her hooded orb glinted in the overhead lights, shiny and pink and it proved a difficult task not to climax, but she knew he would surely see this clip. She withheld bliss once more and texted him instead. She was ready to be tested.

---

The next night they again met for dinner, this time at a hidden gem of a bistro near the old city, and although the food and libations were top-notch, all Suzie could think about was her upcoming evaluation. The desire to please him and show him her progress was at the forefront of her mind and, combined with the lingering energy of so many ruined orgasms, she couldn't wait for dinner to end. They ate and drank and talked but he could tell she wanted to get to business so they wrapped up before dessert and made their way back to her place.

Her heart was racing when they reached her apartment and she rushed in, nervous excitement and apprehension all mixed together, but before she could get to the task, he pulled her back and embraced her, lifting her up with a big hug. She wrapped her legs around and kissed him, her anxiety melting away with a swirl of their tongues.

"Please," she begged him through thick black eyelashes, "test me. I want to show you how good I've been"

"Of course," he obliged, and set her down. She ran around her flat, gathering up her toys and lube and beckoned him to the bedroom. "In here," he responded instead, and directed her to the dining area in the middle of the apartment. Confused but compliant she set up her tools on the hardwood floor beside her table and undressed. First, she lubed the plug and her anus and pressed it in until the thickest part sucked in with an inaudible 'whoomph'. Next, she slathered up the long dildo and suctioned it to the floor, squatting down onto it until she had fed it fully between her already wet labia. Lastly, she stared at him while strapping on the ball gag, watching his face as she sucked in the little black penis and pulled the strap taut, latching it on the shortest setting.

Slowly she began to bounce on the dildo, riding it while her mouth leaked spit on the floor in little 'splats' and her vulva left wet kisses on the hardwood. Her throat she kept open and relaxed while she calmly eyed her trainer, waiting for any sign of approval. He stood over her and observed the show she was putting on for him with a paternal smile.

"You've been a very good girl," he said softly as he knelt down beside her in the dining room, and she beamed with excitement, the roundest smile forming around the ball that forced her jaw open. "You realized that you need to relax your throat to get anything in there, that's good," he continued as he reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a purple plastic key fob. She watched as he clicked a button on the fob, stumped at its purpose; unbeknownst to her, a green LED lit up on the base of her butt plug. "Keeping your throat relaxed won't always be as easy, however," he expanded, quickly pressing the button three times in a row.

Deep within her rectum the purple plug began to vibrate at maximum frequency and every sphincter in her body clamped down at once in response. Her throat closed around the tiny pecker and she gagged violently, then caught herself and looked up at him in shock.

"Nooof," she forced out from around the black ball in her teeth. He just smiled kindly and unlatched the buckle on the ball gag, pulling it out of her mouth delicately. "I'm sorry, I can do it, let me try again, please," she pleaded as the silicone cock was removed, her eyes wet with tears. He didn't respond, he just gently wiped up all the wayward saliva from off her chin and lips with one hand while continuing to wear that same amiable smile. Then he whipped that same dripping hand down on her left asscheek with a thunderous smack! The sting pierced through all the vibrations and other stimuli and cleared her mind completely. She hung her head in shame.

"You're trying to tolerate something touching the back of your mouth," he said, flicking off the vibrating butt plug with a press of the remote. "You have to want it there." He lifted her head to face his as he stood over her. She wiped away her tears and stared back at his sympathetic visage. "You have to want it deep in your throat," he continued, unlatching his belt and unbuttoning his trousers. "You can't avoid the pressure; you have to welcome it in." His pants fell to the floor around his ankles as his cock raged against his boxers, aching to be set free. Suzie's hands went up to help emancipate his dick but he slapped them away. Instead he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and slipped the boxers off as well.

His penis was angrily erect, thick and bulging from the tip right down to the heavy balls that hung by her face. She looked up at it from the underside, her mouth watering as the smell of body wash and lotion and his faint personal musk washed over her. She wanted desperately to taste him, to not just tolerate but welcome him in, and her eyes pored over his length like a hungry predator.

Instead of his glans, he fed her his fingers instead, first the index, then the middle finger into her mouth. She slathered them with her tongue, coating them with her spit. He withdrew them and rubbed her saliva up and down his shaft before dipping them back in. Again she soaked his digits and again he transferred it to his phallus. It gleamed in the overhead lights, shiny with spit, yet he continued to dredge more from her mouth, reaching deeper with his fingertips each time. Finally, his fingers dug as deep as they could, her throat spasming around their tips, but she never gagged. Little tears squeaked out of the corners of her eyes before he scooped the viscous ropes from the back of her mouth. The long strands he pulled from her throat dripped off the tip of his cock, never quite fully detaching, hanging thick and heavy as he stroked himself with her lubrication.

He knelt down beside her and tugged gently on the purple butt plug until her ass released it from her grip. Again he reached into her mouth and retrieved more spit however this time he pressed his two girthsome fingers into her asshole, running them slowly around and past her sphincter, stretching and lubing her as she squatted down. He could feel the pressure of the long dildo in her pussy pushing against her vaginal walls and she moaned as he traced the imprint of it from inside her ass. Swivelling around he sat his bare ass on the floor behind her.

Suzie resumed a slow and steady bounce on the dildo, and his fingers, as she looked back over her shoulder at him. He hooked his digits inside, lifting her slightly as her cheeks bobbed up and down. She appreciated the help, her calves staring to burn from the deep squats, but soon sweat began to bead on her forehead and her thighs began to quake. Just as her legs gave out he slid forward on the hardwood and grabbed her by the hips, guiding them down slowly while feeding her outstretched hole the full length of his manhood. She trembled and gasped as her full body weight rested on the two poles inside her. With the long toy pressed up into her A-spot, tip nestled in front of her cervix, and his erect penis lodged fully in her rectum she shuddered and convulsed in his lap, doubly penetrated, her breasts jiggling as she struggled to catch her breath. He wrapped his arms around her torso and leaned her back, one outstretched hand on her chest holding her safe and secure against his. She breathed deep and slowly, the lactic acid in her calves and thighs slowly replaced by the warmth and stability of his caress.

Leaning onto his shoulder she arched her back and craned her neck to face him, the position lifting her off the dildo slightly while forcing him deeper into her ass. Her eyes widened and she inhaled sharply as she felt his tip push higher into her guts. He watched her face contort and emote with equal parts pressure and pleasure as her body adjusted to the intensity of his penetration. Holding her tight with one hand he reached around with the other and grabbed the base of the dildo and waited for her to acclimate. Once she'd gotten used to the pressure he let her sit in his lap and worked that silicone toy in and out of her pussy in deliberate and lengthy strokes, pulling it out almost completely before burying far up inside her in a steady and slow rhythm. His hips swirled under hers, his dick circling inside her ass, and Suzie felt the orgasm building hard and fast. He continued to watch her face as her pouty eyes begged him for release; he just shook his head 'no' and increased the pace of both swivel and stroke.

"You've been a good girl," he whispered in her ear, "and clearly you've been practicing." The words she longed to hear stiffened her nipples and swelled in her clit. "You're not ready to take me into your throat yet, though, so you're not ready to come yet," he continued, and she opened her mouth to plead her case but was silenced instead as he reached forward and pulled the dildo from her pussy. She looked down and watched it come out, inch by inch of pale silicone emerging from black muff, covered in her juice. Smooth and glistening she admired it as he brought the end up and she salivated like a well-trained dog when it reached her face. She already knew where it was going next, so she leaned forward, pulling her ass off the steadiness and weight of his cock a bit, and took the end in her mouth, smiling as she tasted her sweet flavour on the tip. He fed her the tip, and the next three inches, comfortably. It reached the back of her mouth and curved down over the edge of her tongue with ease. She sucked on it greedily, tilting her head back and working her tongue around the thin shaft. He pushed the base down, feeding another coupe inches into her, until he felt resistance. She coughed and sputtered as the head hit her vocal cords, poking blindly in the folds. With his free hand he slapped her left breast with force and she fell back on to him and his cock. He held her as she writhed but there was no relief; her left areola reddened and puffed out in protest, her asshole strained around the base of his shaft, and her voice box fought angrily against the dildo, each audible gag drawing another slap across the tips of her C-cups.

Finally, he withdrew the toy and allowed her to compose herself. Like so many times before, she was a mess, tears blinking out of her eyes as she spouted gobs of spit and mucus, and her tits were pink and swollen. He pulled out of her ass as well, and the vacancy left her hungry hole gaping and empty, smaller and smaller O's forming each time she clenched. He walked over and suctioned the base of the dildo to the wall in front of her at knee height and looked down at her sloppy situation, the shadow of his raging hard-on making her hole wince harder. She didn't have to be told what to do, she simply looked up at him, nodded, and crawled on her hands and knees over to the flopping toy, little dribbles of throat-lube drip-dropping across her dining room floor as she crawled.

Suzie lifted the tip back into her mouth and tried to prepare for the pounding she was sure to receive when she felt his fingers scoop up the lube that leaked from her ass and pussy. He hooked one, two, then unbelievably three of those thick, wet digits into her backdoor, lifted and pulled her forward. She scrambled to catch up, raising her ass and crawling closer to the wall, pulling the dildo further into her mouth until she'd almost hit the barrier in her throat again. She felt his sure hands circle her hole lovingly, pressing forward just enough to watch the straining tendons in her throat form as she hit her limit, before they were replaced by the weighty heat of his dick once more. He slid back inside and buried himself to the hilt, pressing the last inch of flesh into her hole achingly slow as he knelt behind her. The fullness from both ends was so intense it scrambled her brain and made her legs and arms weak.

"Unh," she moaned, barely audible with the toy in her throat. He pulled back, waited a second, and pressed against her asscheeks again.

"Ungh," sputtered out. Again, out, wait, back in, this time a tiny bit harder.

"Ack," she gagged and pushed back against him to relieve the pressure in her throat. He slapped her right cheek and thrusted again, harder still.

"Angk, Agh." More gagging and coughing, she put her hands on the wall to push back, removing the long dildo from her mouth. More slaps on the ass. She caught her breath and looked back at him expecting anger. He looked back at her with the same steady, disarming smile he gave her those many nights earlier in the restaurant when all of this started.

Suzie nodded silently and turned back to the wall. As she took the dildo back down her throat she remarked how easily it slipped into her neck, a far cry from the reaction she used to have, and felt proud. The tip prodded her larynx once more and she stopped. He placed a hand on hers, still bracing herself against the wall, and slid each down to the floor. She didn't fight it; she trusted in his training and gave herself up to him.

Again he thrusted into her asshole, slowly and gently at first, until again she sputtered and gagged, and again he reddened a cheek. His thrusts increased in frequency and intensity and she felt like a nail being hammered, the dildo tapping against her vocal cords like the stud behind the drywall. She moaned and gagged with each strike, louder and louder, drowning out the sound of his thighs and hands slapping her backside, as his orgasm barreled through them both. Her body shook from the onslaught and her clit thumped with every spanking until she felt the pump pump pump of his shaft twitching inside. He pulled back and slammed his weight against her ass once more as he gave her his last ounce of cum, the warmth filling her belly. However, this time there was silence.

No sound escaped her mouth as the end of the dildo had slid past her voice box; her lips, and the tip of her nose, kissed the off-white wall of her dining room softly. She knelt there, fully impaled and wide-eyed, until her lungs cried out for air. When she pulled herself off the wall and extracted the 10 inches from her throat she relished the oxygen like a deep-sea diver. She slumped down onto the floor exhausted and pleased, the hardwood around her dotted with spit and lube and semen, when she heard her apartment door open and close. He was gone.

---

The rest of the week dragged on into the next, and Suzie's frustration mounted. She trained incessantly, once even taking the dildo to work to practice deepthroating it in the washroom, but it only seemed to make it worse. Her libido was unquenchable, and like a teenage boy, every little thing made her flush with sexual desire. She hadn't orgasmed in almost two weeks, and it was beginning to drive her insane, the intense, erotic pressure reaching a boiling point. Each time she played with herself she tested her ever weakening willpower, and each time she had to stop earlier to prevent her body from betraying her. She felt like an addict, strung out and jittery, whenever she thought of his hands hugging her tight, fingering her throat, holding her hips, stretching her hole, slapping her ass. She was in shambles. Even worse so, he was out of town on business until the next weekend and she still had to put content out on her fansite. Fortunately, she had something new to show them.

Her training clips were very well received indeed. She had a loyal fanbase so generating likes and selling content had never been a problem, but the comment section went wild when she began posting her progress with the ball gag, dildo and butt plug. They loved the way it made her spit and sputter, the mess she made all over herself, and the increasing horniness that ensued as she trained. Mostly they enjoyed watching her helplessness. They remarked about the tiny bruises that appeared on her ass and thighs and breasts in every new video, the mascara that smudged and leaked after repeatedly gagging, the way her throat bulged as the dildo slipped deeper and deeper inside, and the look in her eyes as they fluttered back into her head when she turned the vibration all the way up on the plug.

She knew he was watching too, and likely commenting on each post, and the thought of him watching her push herself to the limit at his command was tremendously hot. She stared into the lens of her camera like they were his patient and demanding eyes, wicked flames flickering just behind the aperture, and it drove her crazy. She didn't even need to rub her clit or sit on a toy anymore, her insatiable lust for his prize was enough to generate ecstasy. A few weeks ago, the slightest touch at the back of her mouth would cause her to retch and dry heave. Now, when the ball gag, or her fingers, or the dildo hit those same spots (and deeper), lightning bolts of excitement fired through her and she longed to hear his praise, or even the whipcrack sound of his hand on her rear.

As the weekend neared, the anticipation became nearly unbearable. Everything other than her lustful needs became muted and gray. Her nipples rubbing against the inside of her shirt made her flush. The musky smell of a coworker in the elevator made her heart race. When she closed her eyes, scenes from their time together flashed by. She needed to pass his test and release this tension before it scrambled her mind completely. When later that night she received his text confirming their next date, relief flooded her nervous system and she slept like a baby.

There would be no pretense or extra-curricular portion of this date, no movie or dinner, the test would suffice.

This is how Suzie found herself kneeling naked on the floor of her bedroom, in front of her camera and light panel, staring at her apartment door through a black lace balaclava on a Saturday night: a purple butt plug in her ass, a long dildo in her pussy, and a black ball gag strapped around her head with a leather buckle, spit pouring from her mouth, ready to be tested. Her eyes closed and she dreamt of his cock stretching her throat.

Abruptly the vibrations kicked in, her eyes snapped open and reflexively she clamped her teeth down on silicone. The test had begun.

She felt the frequency inside her rise one level in intensity before the doorknob turned and he walked in, purple remote control in his hand. He removed his shoes, hung his coat up, and clicked the remote once more, increasing the vibrations again as he walked calmly towards her room. Her asshole clenched and her teeth gritted against the gag. He crossed her apartment and stood in the doorframe of her bedroom while she knelt on the ground in front of the camera. In the video frame she looked up and away patiently as the plug sent waves of shaky pleasure through her core until a hand came into view and handed her the purple silicone controller. She grasped it gently and looked up at the man just outside of frame and nodded solemnly before clicking the button herself once more.

The full might of the buzzing plug shook through her, rattling her teeth and bones, and she had to pause a moment to compose herself before she looked back up. When she did, a wide hand slipped into frame, caressed her covered face and lifted her chin up before the thick thumb pressed the black ball further past her teeth and into her mouth. The tip poked at the back of her throat, but she just smiled up at her instructor while the saliva that had been building in her mouth poured out in thin, clear strings, like his personal lube dispenser.

He gave her a tiny nod and grin and pushed her chest, smearing the spit over her areolas and engorged nipples, leaning her back onto her heels. Suzie watched as the hand dropped down and pulled out the long dildo she was riding; sopping wet and dripping it came out of her as she trembled with excitement. Although it was already lubed up he pushed the ball in her mouth once more and forced more spit to spill out over her lace-covered chin and on to the shimmering shaft. Her tongue darted around the ball gag, hungry and impatient, until he unclasped the buckle at the back of her head and released the black orb and its short black knob from her maw while she admired the dildo, and its handler, silently. The furious vibrations of the toy in her ass were the only sounds in the room.

Suzie, leaning back and sitting completely on the base of the buttplug, craned her head up as he brought the pale dildo up over her head. Like a baby bird being fed a long worm she opened her jaw wide, catching the drips that fell off the tip as it was brought to her lips. Her tongue swirled around it, savouring the mix of juices she had coated it with, but her gaze remained locked on him. She tugged and sucked on the tip needfully and pleaded with her eyes at him for it while the twitching in his pants signalled the true object of her desire. Calmly and deliberately he lowered the long toy into her throat, letting only gravity and her hunger for it set the pace. Inch by inch she swallowed it slowly until the end reached her vocal folds. She looked to him for assistance and his hand pressed down on the suction cup, pushing through the resistance until her until it met her lips. The pale dildo was fully buried in her throat.

Her neck bulged and her body quaked but she remained silent, watching her trainer with pride and lust. He pulled the dildo halfway out, enough for a short breath, before plunging it back in and holding it in deep. The thin, clear saliva that she leaked with the ball gag was replaced by thick, white gobs of spit he mined from the depths of her throat as he pulled and pushed the toy inside her, increasing each stroke until he was feeding her the full length, again and again. He facefucked her with the toy until her mask and face were covered in gooey, bubbly throat lube and the mascara ran down from her eyelashes in black streaks. She watched the carnal fire behind his eyes stoke and blaze and her yearning for him spiraled out of control until eventually he reached down and squeezed the remote in her hand, the buzzing drone of the plug filling the room replaced by silence.

Once again he filled her to the brim with the dildo and reached behind her to wrest the plug from her quivering asshole, but it gave up the toy with almost no resistance. Her hole gaped open in the artificial lighting of her amateur film studio, sphincter winking gently to the camera, hungry and stretched wide like her throat. So, when he tugged the dildo out of her mouth, coated sloppily from tip to tail in her good work, and suctioned it to the floor behind her, it was clear what he wanted her to do. Suzie raised her ass up to the end of it and slid it effortlessly into her anus, slipping it up inside her fully and completely. Placing a hand on her abdomen she could feel the tip pressed high inside her and realized for the first time just how deep in her throat it had gone. Looking up to him again she smiled and began to rock her tush, ever so slowly, up and down on the hardwood.

The flames that once hid behind his pupils now raged through him as he watched her bounce. She could feel the heat radiating from the bulge in his pants that transfixed her attention, eye-level to her kneeling on the floor. The sound of the zipper dropping quickened her pulse. The aroma of his freshly scrubbed crotch wafting out of his pants made the back of her cheeks tingle. The sight of the meaty head coming out from his boxers tightened her pupils into pindrops. She stopped riding the toy a moment as she rode the razor's edge of her arousal, trying to tamp down the floodwater of endorphins rushing through her system. All her muscles constricted together, and she froze as he dropped his pants to the floor and freed his cock, now bobbing slightly in front of her, his foreskin struggling to cover the engorged purple head that poked out. A single droplet of pre-cum balanced on the tip, his prize, just within reach if she could keep from climaxing.

Suzie exhaled slowly and licked her lips in anticipation, still barely hanging on to sanity after what she hoped was the last stifled orgasm. The droplet threatened to fall off the end of his dick and she looked up at him concerned and anxious, tongue lolling out of her mouth, waiting for his go-ahead.

"You may," he approved as it was just about to fall, and Suzie rushed in to catch the milky drip with her tongue. She swished and savoured it before looking back up to see him dangle a long, thick gob of spit down to her. It splashed against the head of his cock and down into her mouth, minty warm saliva mixing with his salty semen. Again she stirred and swirled it around before looking back up to him.

"Time to show me what you've learned," he said, and stepped forward, bringing his full shaft and thighs into the camera frame as Suzie readied herself below. He pressed down to angle his dick toward her mouth and she parted her lips while a thin layer of pre-cum and drool formed a film around the opening. The hooded head of his penis pierced the bubble barrier and her tongue flicked forward to meet it, immediately slipping between his foreskin and the sensitive glans beneath it. He moaned softly as she ran it up and under, circling around the edge of his head, and Suzie shivered at the sound she elicited before pressing her lips down on him. He made a half-step forward and her lips held tight, unsheathing his head as it plopped fully into her mouth. Another moan. She sucked and lapped at his tip, coating it in silky spit, and watched his face contort with pleasure and his gaze drift off into the middle distance.

When she felt his heavy hand cup the back of her skull she looked up to see him staring down at her with a blazing inferno of lust behind his eyes. She dropped her hands to the side and offered up her wide, pleading doe eyes in return, and this time it was he who shivered with excitement. He pulled her head slowly towards him and her jaw slackened, giving him full control. Bobbing her head slowly he pushed the tip to the back of her throat, the thick blue veins along the side of his cock getting shinier and wetter each time they escaped her lips. But this was no thin dildo, so when he hit the bend at the back it didn't immediately slip inside, his dome plunging halfway in her throat like a rubber stopper.

Suzie looked up with a queer fear in her eyes. His free hand came up, ready to correct her, but stopped. Instead, he cradled the other side of her head and tilted it to line himself up more directly down her neck, which was now bulging its own veins from the pressure. Pulling out and guiding it back in again the tip slid deeper and deeper still as white bubbles of spit oozed out of the corners of her mouth. Despite the immense pressure, she didn't gag or cough or choke. She wanted him there, inside and through her, and her body, conditioned and trained specifically for this task, needed him there.

He leaned into her, the head of his cock plunging down her throat in progressively deeper strokes, while the camera documented the bouncing bulge in her neck. She had almost taken him all the way in, her lips starting to graze the neatly trimmed hairs at the base of his cock. He heard the resistance of her voice box before he felt it, a quiet 'ack ack ack' that resonated from deep inside her as he replaced the air in her windpipe with flesh, but he couldn't cross its threshold. He bent his knees and bore his weight down, but the cords were too tight and his member too swollen. Instead, his thrusts pushed her whole body down, bouncing her cheeks on the floor again, the pale dildo probing high inside her tight canal, stimulating spots she had never reached before. He grunted and moaned as he facefucked her down into the hardwood.

Being fucked so deep and stretched so wide from both ends was more than she could handle. Her vision blurred and she fought to stay lucid as her brain and her body careened toward ecstasy. In her diminished cognition she realized there would be no quelling the orgasmic storm that was sweeping over her; the boiling cauldron of sexual energy she had been repressing for weeks was bubbling over, with or without his permission. So, with the last sliver of rational thought, she opened her eyes wide and reached out, grabbed the back of his thighs, and pulled herself into him.

Suzie's throat screamed in pain for a split second before the monstrously thick head wormed its way through the barrier and her face fell the last half inch into his crotch. She rubbed her nose in his wet pubes, lapped at his balls, and relished the scent and heat and weight of his full might inside her. Deep in her throat she felt his pulse, his heart racing and engorging his phallus to its fullest, fighting against her esophagus. Looking up through her lace mask her eyes met his and she saw that fire again, the volcano of lust for her about to erupt. Like her own impending bliss, she could see the orgasm about to roll through him all over his face. Just then he grabbed her head and pulled her completely off, oxygen and relief pouring into her as spit and tears poured out. He looked down and flashed her the same devilish smirk as he did in the restaurant, the night she first let him see behind the façade and into her authentic, erotic self.

"Good girl, come for me" he mouthed, barely audible in the silence of her bedroom, and pulled her head all the way back down onto his twitching cock. When her lips reached the base of his dick he came, hard, the tip of her tongue grazing his scrotum as it tightened and bounced, spurting warmth directly down into her stomach. His whole length flexed and jerked inside her while he held her head against his midsection, force-feeding her the freedom she worked so hard to receive.

For Suzie, everything went white as soon as the words left his lips, the lightbulbs in her brain brightening until they burst, drowning her in a tsunami of incandescent heat. She hugged his thighs for stability as uncontrollable tremors shook through her core, sending the buzz of a thousand bumblebees into her limbs, a euphoric frenzy vibrating right to the surface of her skin. She came, over and over again, while he pumped his hot seed past her quaking throat and into her belly. The sphincters from her asshole to high up in her colon gripped the long pale dildo inside her forcefully and she squirted angry spasmic streams all over the hardwood. Long after he'd emptied his balls she held her trainer close, his fresh musk the only thing anchoring her to this reality as her mind seemed to float away in bliss.

By the time he withdrew his shrinking length from her throat, cradling her head gently as he pulled her off, colour was beginning to return to her vision. All the stress and fear and hunger she had been bottling up for the past few weeks flowed out of her, leaking out of her pussy and ass, dribbling down her nose and chin. She kissed the tip of his cock, teasing out another little taste, and looked towards the silent observer in the room, her proud smile beaming through the mess that coated her covered face at the camera. Out of frame he smiled too, exhausted and satiated, barely upright on his wobbly legs. His eyes gleamed with pride too, the fire behind them that once raged uncontrollably now momentarily extinguished.

Suzie clicked the button and stopped the recording before she removed her mask and embraced him. The rest of the night would be for their eyes only.

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The dings on her phone are distracting so she flicks the switch on the side to silence them. Her tattooist is a professional, still she doesn't want unnecessary distractions while he works. Laying down on the table, a sharp sting bites the back of her thigh but her focus is locked to the screen. Likes and comments and tips have been flooding in since she posted the video earlier today, every buzzing notification a tiny reminder of him and his training, so she barely feels the prick of the needle as it traces the stencil. Thankfully it doesn't take long to finish this particular addition to her art gallery, but when she's handed the mirror it takes a second for her to flip the reversed portrait in her mind. When her brain finally recognizes the image, Suzie feels the familiar rush of excitement and saliva forms behind her reddened cheeks. In the mirror, thin black letters form two words on her pale white skin:

GOOD

GIRL