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but he was so tensed up that he couldn't get his eyes to
open.
    “Oh God, I need to cum!” he cried out.
    It wasn't a command but Courtney figured it was close enough. She
took her hands from his calves, grabbing her own hair and firmly
stroking it over his scrotum and inner thighs again. At the same time
she bobbed her head down to take his cock fully into her throat one
last time. This time, she was as careful to get her breasts rubbing
against his leg as she had been to keep her breasts from coming into
contact with them earlier. She twisted her chest gently, rubbing her
breasts back and forth across his legs as she stroked him with her
hair. When she swallowed around his cock once more, it was too much
for Blake and he erupted in an orgasm that locked every muscle in his
body, even his teeth were clenched.
    Blake's orgasm continued for what felt like an eternity to him.
Meanwhile Courtney continued massaging his cock with her throat.
Whenever she needed to come up for air she'd bob up for a quick
breath, then bury his cock in her throat once more and begin to
swallow around it. When Blake finally finished cumming, he collapsed
into a puddle on the couch, unable to move. Courtney looked up at him
and daringly slid her way up his body to give him a short, chaste
kiss on his lips. Blake's eyes opened in surprise to find themselves
staring into her own vivid gray-blue orbs.
    “Oh My God! That was fucking incredible, I don't think I can
move yet. I'll buy that part of your story. I've gotten less pleasure
out of fucking some women.”
    “I'm glad you enjoyed it Master.” Courtney ducked her
head coyly, her hair swing forward to cover her breasts.
    “I need a drink, I may not recover from that for hours, if
not days.”
    “Where do you keep the drinks Master? I'll be happy to get
it for you.”
    “You don't need to do that.”
    “No, you didn't order me to do it so I don't need to do it.
I'd like to please my Master though so if you tell me what you want
and where it is, I'll get it for you.”
    “What happened to calling me Blake?”
    “Sorry Blake, I thought that in the house Master would be
acceptable.”
    “Whatever makes you happy Courtney.”
    “Thank you Master, now what would you like to drink and
where is it kept?”
    “There's a cabinet in the kitchen, to the right of the
refrigerator. Inside of it is my liquor collection. Get me a shot of
the Jameson's Irish Whiskey, the glasses are in the cupboard to the
right of the liquor cabinet.”
    “Yes Master, thank you.”
    “Thank me? For what? I should be on my knees thanking you.”
    “Thank you for letting me serve you. You shouldn't be on
your knees to me, I am your possession, your belonging. The phrase 'I
live to serve' has real meaning for me.”
    “We'll discuss that later, but for now... Thank you.”
    Courtney returned with the shot of whiskey quickly. Blake managed
to prop himself up on the couch and sip at his shot. By the time he
had finished it, he could manage to move again.
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Chapter
6 – Living in 'Interesting Times'
    Blake finally sat straight up, revived by his shot of whiskey:
    “That was insanely good. I'm willing to at least tentatively
accept your story. I still can't believe that this is happening to me
but I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.”
    “I'm not sure I like being referred to as a horse Master.”
    “You know what I mean.”
    “Yes, I do. I like to test my limits though. Raymond had
absolutely no sense of humor, Tom was better but he was moody and if
you caught him in the wrong mood, you shouldn't mess around at all.
I'm just trying to find out where you are on the scale.”
    “I'd like to think that you aren't going to be able to tick
me off enough to do anything but yell at you, no matter what you do.
I know you think I own you but as far as I'm concerned you can own
yourself again, you just need to tell me that you want that.”
    “Master... Blake... You have no idea, do you, that you just
stumbled