My husband/Master and I had a spicy scene this week that didn't end how I wanted but I felt loved and cared for.

My Master wanted me to crawl under the covers to suck his cock when I arrived home from work and then kneel for him. I was so excited to come home and please him. I crawled under those covers so fast. I was so eager to fill my mouth. I let him slide all of the way down my throat. Slobbering and sucking on him like a good slut.

After a bit he wanted me to kneel below him and suck on his cock. I resisted and said no. So he tossed me down onto the bed and crawled over my face. My hands above my head. Fucking my throat. Using my mouth. Feeling his power over me made me so fucking aroused and submissive. I had to kneel for him. So I did.

I slowly went to my knees. Locking eyes with him. Taking his cock into my mouth. I was so excited and so pleased to please him. Then... Something happened that is a rarity for me. I couldn't stop gagging. Once my gag reflex is triggered I can't stop. I was so upset. I wanted to please him. Master noticed this and grabbed my hand and raised me to my feet like a queen. We embraced one another in a long hug as I teared up. I felt like a failure yet he was so kind and gentle. I was so happy to feel loved in that moment of weakness.

I felt like I needed to make up for what happened so the next two days when he wanted to cum I just let him use my pussy to pleasure himself. Whenever and however he wanted.

Today he collared me before I went to work. I could tell he was happy about that. I did have to tease his cock a little bit by rubbing my cheeks onto him as he collared me.