andrew's First Day in My training

I have a very yummy new boy. He reminds me a little bit of larry, but hopefully will be more loyal. So far, he's proving himself to be intelligent and creative... a bit naughty around the edges... and he has a great ass!
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Good morning, Mistress,

I hope you're sleeping soundly as I write this? I chose to write about last night first, then to follow your orders to masturbate your cock and to try to eat the cum, before adding to the bottom.

Thank you for your time last night. I wasn't expecting to talk to you, much less have so much of your valuable time. You got me very hard last night as you took me under your control.

It's a nice thing to wear panties for you, to cover your cock. It's a real challenge to not touch. I think, living alone, it's easy to slip in to bad habits, and I think it's so easy to underestimate how much of the time I would have my hand on my cock. That has to change now that you have reassigned ownership to yourself.

I think I've been good overnight, in that I've kept my hands off your cock. I've not touched it at all. No rubbing, no checking to see if it's still there. Quite a literal interpretation of "no touching".

Before turning on my side to sleep, I made a tiny readjustment of the panties. I didn't want a wet spot in my bedding if your cock dribbled overnight. I was able to get your cock head to nestle just under the waist-band. This was at the expense of keeping the balls cupped in the fabric, there was not enough space for everything in the female underwear you chose. [Shown above.~M]

We didn't discuss balls. The balls attached to your cock; are they your balls, Mistress? They're not much use to me while you own this cock.

[Of course, they're My balls. They're all part of your/MY package! ~M]

I slept quite well, feeling safe, content, secure. A few times I found myself lying on my front, with an erection between me and the sheets, and it felt good but frustrating as I slid back to lying on my side, the satin sliding easily over the cotton sheets.

This morning while typing this before masturbating, I found myself a couple of times using my abdominal muscles to wriggle your cock -- the same ones to stop a flow of pee -- and it makes your cock reposition itself under the panties. In a state of excitement left over from last night, your cock head is still tingly, and I can feel the sensation as it slides one way or the other under the material. It's most unsatisfying from the point of view of trying to get off on it. But I feel safe under your control and trust your instructions must be for some good.

I have now a drinking glass from the kitchen, and I'm going to stroke your cock until it cums. I'll try to make the most cum, because I remember you instruction from last night.

I knelt on the floor in my living room, closed my eyes, and thought about the power you have over me, and your cock became hard again. I started slowly and caressed the lower part of your cock shaft and balls. Before long, I had a tight grip over the shaft and it didn't take long at all before jerks of cum were splashing in the glass. There was enough cum to cover the bottom. I caught it all -- as much as I could milk out -- in the glass. I licked my fingers, didn't get the taste. Then I hesitated for half a moment, thought this will get worse the longer I wait, brought the glass to my lips and tipped it right back, let the cum land in my mouth, and swallowed before the taste started coming through.

The taste was initially acidic, turning slightly bitter and definitely salty. I've not brushed my teeth yet, I'm just about to attend to that, but at this moment, I have a slight burnt rubber taste in my mouth.

I was awake at about 7:30 and waited until 8:30 to start writing these notes. It was a while before I was ready to do your assignment and I'm looking where the morning went (your new boy is slow at writing). Oh, I made a photo after I came, and that should be attached to the email.

This is the first time I've eaten cum, thank you for the permission to masturbate.

(Must remember to wash the glass before reusing it.)
andrew