Morgan's Multiplicity of M's

by moosezilla

Tags: #D/s #dom:male #pov:bottom #m/nb #oral_sex #sub:nb

A vocal exercise leads to an interesting morning.

This is indeed based on a true story, though some details have obviously been changed and what actually happened stopped a ways before the story stops. But who knows? I still have a few months of vocal rehab to go ;) Originally posted to literotica Nov. 14, 2021

It all started with a cold. Yes, there may have been a global pandemic going on, but apparently all it took to take me out of commission was your regular, run-of-the-mill cold.

Fast forward through some complications and escalations and you get me, Morgan. Months later. In vocal rehab.

It was, admittedly, going fairly well, and I was improving even more quickly than expected. The practice exercises, however, were painfully dull. Boring. Tedious. Mundane. Monotonous. But it was the monotony of it that made it both more and less miserable. See, one of the exercises is to repeat a sentence over and over again with a lot of "m" sounds. A monumentally monotonous multiplicity of "m" sounds, if you'll forgive the alliteration. A musical melody of mysterious, uh... well, you get the idea.

Obviously, I needed to manipulate the exercise to make it just a little more magical. With the name Morgan and a love of merging morphemes, I was a veritable machine of possibilities. I memorized a multitude of mantras that hit the mark. In fact, as the mountain of mantras multiplied, they started to become measurably less... modest. And they started involving my Sir fairly frequently.

Which brings us to Monday's mantra.

Morgan moans for my Sir's magnificent member.

As usual, I started reciting my mantra somewhat mindlessly while doing other things. You know how it is- when you start saying something over and over, it kind of starts to lose all meaning, and your body just keeps saying it without thinking too hard about it. This was how it went, twice a day, every day. It was at the point where I hardly even paid attention to the content of my sentences anymore.

Except for today. My Sir came into the kitchen while I was doing my exercises, and he was completely nude, which wasn't unusual. Casual nudity is kind of a given in our house; I was only wearing PJ shorts and a tank top myself. I was already in a place where I wasn't really paying much attention to what I was saying as I pulled two mugs out of the cupboard while the coffee was brewing.

Morgan moans for my Sir's magnificent member.

Morgan moans for my Sir's magnificent member.

Morgan moans for my Sir's magnificent member.

Morgan moans for-

My breath caught and I paused... when I noticed Sir stroking said magnificent member and staring into my eyes.

"You mean this member?"

I licked my lips and nodded.

"Keep going," he encouraged.

Not taking my eyes off his dick, I continued.

Morgan... moans for my Sir's magnificent member.

Mmmmorgan moans for my Sssssir's magnificent member.

Morgan moooans for my Sir'ssss magnificent memmmmmber.

Morgan moans for my Sir's magnificent memberrrrr............

Morgan mmmoans for my Sir's magnificent mmmmember.........

Morgan moooans ohhhhh...... for my Sir's magnificent memberrrr.............

Sir made "continue" motions with his hand to encourage me as he stroked himself. I continued to stare with eagle-eyed focus on his dick as I spoke. I was starting to slur my words, my rhythm becoming more and more broken.

I couldn't look anywhere else.

Morgan moans for my Sir's magnificent member.

I couldn't think. My mind was completely blank.

Morgan moans for my Sir's magnificent member.

I started to sway gently where I stood.

Morgan moans for my Sir's magnificent member.

My words started to emerge from my mouth through little bubbles of spit.

Morgan moans for my Sir's magnificent member.

Drool was beginning to drip out of my mouth and down my chin...

Morgan moans for my Sir's magnificent member.

...to create a quickly-growing wet spot on my tank top.

Morgan moans for my Sir's magnificent member.

I gazed at Sir with blank, empty eyes, continuing to say my mantra as he said "Now, when I snap my fingers, toy, you're going to drop for me. You're going to keep saying that lovely mantra of yours, and every repetition will take you just a little bit deeper. When I ask you a question, since your mouth will be busy with your mantra, you can just nod or shake your head. Understand?"

I nodded.

Morgan moans for my Sir's magnificent member.

Sir snapped his fingers and steadied me as my mind dropped and my body began to sway much less gently.

Morgan moans for my Sir's magnificent member.

I felt but didn't really process Sir guiding me over to the wall and allowing me to slide down it gently to end up on my knees at his feet.

Morgan moans for my Sir's magnificent member.

His cock was at my eye level. I continued drooling and repeating.

Morgan moans for my Sir's magnificent member.

"Do you want it?"

I nodded enthusiastically.

Morgan moans for my Sir's magnificent member.

"Let me check." Sir reached down into my PJ shorts and scooped up some of the fluid that had accumulated there with his finger, stimulating me in the process. I wanted so badly to just collapse, moaning, but his suggestions held me in place, leaving me only able to repeat my mantra more and more desperately.

Morgan moans for my Sir's magnificent member.

Sir placed his finger in my mouth, making me taste myself. I continued repeating my mantra breathlessly around his finger until I'd sucked it clean while gazing pleadingly up at him.

"Are you sure you want it?" Sir asked, teasingly.

I nodded as vigorously as I could manage while repeating.

Morgan moans for my Sir's magnificent member.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of endless repetitions and a veritable ocean of saliva running down my front, I heard Sir tell me that I could stop repeating as he placed his cock into my mouth.

I began to suck eagerly and desperately, wanting only to bring him as much pleasure as I possibly could. I obediently slowed down as he intertwined his fingers into my hair to control my pace. As Sir fucked my mouth deeper and deeper, my moans became louder and louder, and the wet spot on my shorts became larger and larger.

As Sir got closer to his orgasm, I stopped actively sucking and just surrendered to his control, allowing him to guide my head wherever he wanted it so he could fuck my mouth however he pleased. It felt incredible to just feel so blank and mindless and used. To be nothing but a toy, to be so completely controlled as a tool for his pleasure. I was so mindlessly focused on Sir's cock that my own desperate need didn't even register properly in my thoughts. I was a creature of raw sexual servitude.

"Okay, toy," said Sir in his smooth voice that was only slightly strained in his pleasure. "I'm going to snap my fingers and tell you to wake, and when I cum, you're going to swallow every last drop. Moan for me if you understand."

I poured all of my pent-up need into that desperate, affirmative moan.

"Wake!" He snapped his fingers a few times.

I blinked a few times as he continued fucking my mouth and I reached up to gently tease his balls. That was apparently all it took to push him over the edge, because all of a sudden, my mouth was full of his cum, which I obediently swallowed. Sir loosened his grip on my hair after his orgasm, and I crumpled the rest of the way to the floor, whimpering with my own need.

"Goooood toy," he murmured as he petted my hair and helped me stretch out my legs. "Such a good toy!" I let out a few more whimpers as he felt the wet spot between my thighs. "And such a poor toy at that, not getting any relief yourself..."

My eyes followed Sir in dismay as he stood up and walked over to the fridge and pulled out the coffee cream, smirking at me. "How about this? Would you like to give me a little show while I get our breakfast ready?"

"Yes, Sir, thank you so much Sir, thank you thank you yes I'll put on a good show for you," I babbled, relieved, as I started to touch myself for him.

"Goood toy."

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