Ring for Blowjob

by The Traveling Master

Tags: #conditioning #dom:male #f/m #pov:bottom #sub:female

Thinking to be playful, a girl decides to by a gag ‘ring for blowjob’ bell for her man. It started off as a fun roleplaying tool, but along the way, the bell seemed to make her feel better and better…

 
It started off as a fun Valentines gift.

I had been going out with my boyfriend for a year and a half and I wanted to give him something different. When I came across one of those gag blowjob bells, I just couldn’t resist. He had often joked about buying me one and I always laughed because I knew how well it suited me.

I love to gives blowjobs. I mean... I LOVE it.

I don’t see myself as a slut, but giving head had always fascinated me and when I got my first taste, I immediately loved it.

​Some girls didn’t like the taste, I loved it.
Other girls found it degrading, I didn’t.

If anything, I found it liberating.... 
 
Sucking cock, for my boyfriend mind you, was something I could do to please my lover. It was something that brought him joy and excitement. Plus... To me it felt erotic in ways that were hard to describe.

Hhmm...  

Though... There is a good reason why I say I don’t see myself as a slut. I don't offer my lovers free blowjobs or anything, I'm not that kind of girl! I actually wait before I give head to a new lover. I tease and hint that my oral skills are legendary. I describe in graphic detail how good it will feel when I finally decide to suck on his eager member.

I even fuck them a few times before I go down on them. I guess it doesn't make me slut, but I can't say it doesn't qualify me as a tease. But then again... I've never heard a peep of complaints from my boyfriends, especially once I DID start to orally pleasure them. 

I had done the same to my current boyfriend. He never complained and when I finally gave him his first blowjob, he was amazed. I pride myself on being an excellent cocksucker and loved that my throat has followed suit and adapted to my love of blowjobs. Feeling his hard cock slip down my throat makes me giddy with lust!

So when he joked about buying me a blowjob bell, I laughed. I laughed because I rarely shied away from indulging him. Not always of course, a girl isn’t always in a mood, but I knew that I gave him more than his fair share already. A bell wasn’t really necessary.

But as Valentines day came around, I found myself wondering why he kept joking about it. Maybe it was about the bell itself. Maybe he found the idea erotic to just ring a bell and watch me come to him. The more I thought about it, the more I convinced myself that it was the novelty of the bell that kept fascinating him. Not my willingness to comply to it. After all, I barely refused already.

So I bought one for him.

It already suited me so well and if I was right, it would make him extra happy. 

And did it ever!

I dressed extra nice when I gave it to him and played the part of an adoring servant girl as I ‘answered’ his bell request. After that first night, he started to use it now and again. To his credit, he didn’t over use it and I was glad for it. It kept it special and exciting. When I heard the distinctive ring I felt immediately excited. 

As the months went by, I noticed how good it made me feel to answer the bell. To drop what I was doing just to go suck his cock. I felt... Relaxed... Happy... My boyfriend rarely talked dirty when I blew him, but the bell gave us an excuse to act differently. To role play as different people. We didn’t role play that much when he first started to use it and we kind of slowly evolved into it. 

More and more I heard him talk to me. Telling me how good my lips and throat felt. Telling me how he was reaching new levels of pleasure under my tender ministrations. The more I answered the bell, the more he seemed into it and talked. And if I was honest, his words guided me more than I was willing to admit. To some degree, they even relaxed me. Every time I answered the bell, I found myself relaxing into my ministrations more and more.

His words told me again and again just how good I was making him feel. At relaxing him with my talented lips. He spoke so softly... It made relax as every time, I realize that I could just let go since I was doing  such a good job. I could just enjoy myself and listen to his words.

I also realized how much he loved the bell itself. Even after I answered his call and sucked him slowly, he would still ring it. He would idly fiddle with it while I blew him and it was a little annoying at first, but I soon learned to like it. The sound of the bell became incredibly comforting. The bell was for blowjobs and I loved to give blowjobs.

So it was only natural to love that little bell.

Besides... It started to make me feel so deliciously horny when ever I heard it. I would be in the kitchen or living room and he would ring it. The sound would echo around the apartment and my ears would tingle as I heard it. My mouth would water as soon as I heard it. My tongue would start anticipating the delicious taste of his cock, as if I could already savor it.

The bell made me kind of cock crazy!

I loved to give head before, but I definitely reached a new level of enjoyment as we used it more and more. It was like the rest of my mind simply shut down as the desire to suck cock took over. Regardless of what I was doing or the mood I was in. I only thought about reaching the bell and sucking cock.

I barely noticed, but my boyfriend started to use it more and more. Before long, I was sucking him before breakfast as well as after diner. Any time really... He just had to ring the bell and I would suck. 

I found my new found reaction so nice that I started to leave it lying around the apartment for him to find. For him to use...

Which ended up being a mistake of sorts. 

One night we entertained one of his friends for diner and as we talked and sipped our drinks in the living room, we noticed the blowjob bell, exactly where I had left it earlier in the day. I was a little nervous as we  joked and laughed about silly it was to have a bell dedicated to blowjobs. The conversation soon moved away from the bell and eventually, my boyfriend had to take a leak and went to the bathroom. 

I didn’t have much to say to his friend so a sort of silence fell upon us. After a few moments, he looked over at the bell and took it. I felt my heart race as I saw him fiddle with it. Was he going to ring it? I sweated bullets as I watched him look it over and put it back down, making me relax.

My boyfriend came back in the living room and the conversation resumed. I relaxed as I got up to get the wine bottle. As I got in the kitchen and grabbed the bottle, my ears tingled as the sound of the bell echoed in the room.

For a split second, I smiled as I thought my boyfriend as pushing his luck! No way was I going to suck him while we had a guest present. But as I walked back to the living room...

My mouth started to water.

My tongue started to taste his cock...

My mind boiled down to the sound of the bell as it rang again. I looked at the source of the sound and saw my boyfriend waving the bell, making it resonate with its sweet chime.

I wanted his cock... I wanted to taste it... I wanted to pleasure it... 

Everything else faded away as I went to him and knelt before him.

His friend was saying something, but I didn’t care so I didn’t listen. I only had cock on the brain. Before I knew it, I had him in my mouth as the pleasure soaked my mind. God I loved to suck cock... I licked... Kissed... Sucked... Nothing else mattered.

They were talking again, but it was just annoying. I tuned them out and just sucked.

By that time, I didn’t care how long I sucked him. A few minutes or half an hour? I didn’t know until it was done. My mind didn’t register something so trivial as time when I sucked him. Just like his words...

I felt like their talk had stopped and he was talking to me. His words seemed to be directed at me as his soft voice urged me on. I didn’t listen or register what he was telling me. I just sucked and relaxed.

I only registered when he came.

His load was big and tasty. I let him slip down my throat as he came. I waited patiently for him to relax before licking up his spilled seed tenderly. I always found it was important to properly tend to the man’s cock once the blowjob was done. Like aftercare... Letting the pleasure subside slowly... 

As I tucked him back in his pants and looked up at him, his smiled sent shivers of pleasure down my spine. I was so happy he was pleased!
 
But then my mind took in where we were. I looked back sharply as I realized that I had just sucked him off in front of his friend. Oh god... Why did I have to let my urges take over like that? It was so impolite to show his friend how much my boyfriend was lucky to have a girl like me that sucked him so perfectly! I didn’t want to make him jealous or mad!

I just... Wanted to suck him...

But then I saw his friend had the bell. Had my boyfriend given it to him? Why would he give it to him? His friend rang the bell and my ears tingled with the sweet chime.

My mouth watered...

My tongue tasted cock...

I wanted cock... I wanted to suck...

I looked at his friend as he rang the bell and smiled. If he had the bell, it meant my boyfriend had given it to him. My boyfriend understood that I didn’t want to make his friend jealous or mad by sucking him in front of his guest. If he gave the bell to his friend...

It meant it was ok to show him how good I was. Make him just as happy as my boyfriend.

I crawled towards him and knelt sweetly between his feet. 

The bell made me feel so good and relaxed. I wanted to suck cock so bad I didn’t care he wasn’t my boyfriend.

My ears tingled...

My mouth watered...

My tongue tasted...

​My mind relaxed...

I loved that little bell.
x5

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