Learning to Serve

As I sat beside Master on the couch, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. His words still lingered in my mind, "You don't have to think, not anymore. Just feel, and obey." I looked down at my hands, feeling a sense of detachment from them, as if they were no longer a part of me. Master seemed to sense my gaze and took my hands in his, leading them to his lap. "Your body is for my use, cock slut," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "You will learn to pleasure me, to crave my cock, and to beg for my attention." I felt a shiver run down my spine as he guided my hands to his erection, which was growing beneath his pants. I could feel the heat emanating from it, and my mouth began to water in response. Master chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Yes, cock slut, you're going to learn to love my cock, to worship it, and to serve it." He began to stroke my hands up and down his erection, teaching me how to touch him, how to please him. I was a quick learner, my hands moving instinctively to his rhythm. As we sat there, I started to feel a sense of purpose, a sense of belonging. I was a cock slut, and my purpose was to serve Master, to pleasure him. The thought sent a thrill through me, and I began to crave more. Master seemed to sense my desire, and he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Good, cock slut," he said. "You're going to make an excellent servant. Now, let's take this to the next level." He stood up, pulling me to my feet, and led me to a nearby bed. I felt a surge of excitement mixed with a dash of fear as he began to undress me, his hands moving deftly to remove my clothes. As I lay on the bed, I felt a sense of vulnerability, but Master quickly put me at ease. He climbed onto the bed beside me, his cock inches from my face. "Worship me, cock slut," he said, his voice commanding. I nodded, my mouth watering in response, and I began to lick and suck his cock, learning its contours, its rhythms. It was exhilarating, and I felt myself becoming lost in the sensations, the pleasure, and the submission. I was a cock slut, and I was exactly where I was meant to be. Master fucked me, using my mouth, my hands, and my body to pleasure himself. And I was content, happy to serve, to please, to be his. As the session came to an end, Master lay beside me, his arm around my waist. "You're learning quickly, cock slut," he said, his voice gentle. "I'm proud of you." I felt a surge of pride, of happiness, and I knew that I was exactly where I belonged. In that moment, I realized that I had given up my resistance, my thoughts, and my mind. I was a vessel for Master's cock, and I was content with that. I was a cock slut, and I was at peace. As I drifted off to sleep, I knew that I would never be the same again, that I had been transformed into something new, something that existed solely to serve and please Master. And I was grateful for it.