SESSION HARD

While I was preparing all my equipment and making my body fully hygienic both inside and out, my MASTER was relaxing watching TV. After getting myself ready, I dedicated myself to organizing all my equipment. He was watching my every move and looking at the fire in the fireplace that he had lit upon arriving, creating a cozy atmosphere in the house, inviting us to enjoy the upcoming hours in a heated environment.

Once everything was in place, I prostrated myself before Him, letting him know that I had everything ready for whenever he needed it. There was no need to tell him what was in my equipment, at this point he knew very well that his servant would have everything necessary to serve him no matter what.

"Very well, slave," now bring me a cold beer and lay down in front of my feet facing the fireplace like a good dog, bring your drinking bowl. I will give you a drink, I know you need it."

I obeyed instantly, grabbed the beer and my drinking bowl, handed him the bottle and placed my drinking bowl next to his feet. I lay down in front of Him and immediately felt his feet fall on my back, relaxed, using me for his comfort while watching TV and taking a sip of his beer. After a while of completely ignoring me, he sat up.

"Get up, dog, open my pants, unzip them and carefully take out my cock and balls."

I did it with all my love, slowly, trembling, when I finally had his whole package hanging out, he ordered me to grab my drinking bowl and place it under his cock. "I'm going to pee, pig, then you put it on the floor and I want you to leave it dry and clean without a trace of urine."

Without saying a word, I watched as his pee came out of his cock, long, accumulated waiting for its moment to come out, the beer turned into nectar.

When he finished, he ordered me to clean the last drop with the tip of my tongue. I knew that order was direct without a hint of going further. Containing my urges, I was able to bring my tongue close and clean that last drop, aware that I should not exceed that point. the consequences would be painful.

"Now drink, dog, all of it," he sat down touching his package which was still relaxed, starting to warm up nicely and I knew that he held the most powerful scent that my Sir has towards me on his cock and stored it like a treasure, until the moment he allows me to sniff it: His ripe cheese, accumulated during the days leading up to a session.

Glancing sideways, I put my drinking bowl in a corner and drank eagerly, licking like a good dog the gifts my owner gives me, while imagining the scent he had saved for me and being able to bury my nose between his balls and get close to his cock, even if only for a few seconds. I licked and licked my drinking bowl, not stopping until it was completely dry and shiny.

At this point, my MASTER's cock was fully erect, he played with it while taking a bit of poppers, enjoying the ...