He brought me up to my knees and gently removed the ball gag, dripping with my spit.
“Are you ok?” he said, looking at me. “Can you breathe alright?”
I nodded and gave him a little smile.
“I’m going to feel this mouth,” he said, putting his fingers inside. He rotated them around and felt at the back of my throat, watching my face the whole time.
“Suck my fingers,” he ordered. I did, relishing how I could relax my mouth now. My tongue felt so much better, too.
“Good,” he encouraged. “What about here? Nothing sore or hurt?”
He felt my lips and chin. I shook my head and smiled more.
‘What’s your name?” I told him. “Where are you?” I replied again.
“Good girl,” he said, sincerely, kissing my forehead. He brought me in for a big hug and stroked my hair.
“You were so brave and sexy back there, baby. You did so well. I’m proud of you.” I clung to him, burying my face in his chest. The tears started to fall now, soft and releasing.
“That’s my girl,” he soothed, still stroking my hair. “Let it out, just hold onto me. It’s ok, baby.”
“I’m sorry!” I sobbed. “I don’t know why…I don’t want to ruin anything…”
“You aren’t ruining anything, sweetheart. Just let it out. It’s ok. I have you. Things were a little intense there, that’s all.” He was rocking me now, arms around me like a vise.
We stayed like that for a few minutes as my tears dried. He whispered to me, caressed my hair and shoulders, softly touched my ear and neck. I felt warm and protected, finally perfectly content. Then he turned my face up to his.
“How about a nice warm bath and you can tell me all about it, baby?”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied, giving him a big smile.
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