My Domme trained my cock better than I ever trained myself. That sounds dramatic, but it’s true. Most nights, if we don’t have a third over to keep her busy, my job is simple. I bring her to orgasm with my mouth. No shortcuts. No whining. Just me doing what I’m good at.
Once in a while, though, she gives me the command that makes my brain short-circuit. Unlock. Those moments feel rare and important, like she’s pulling out a special tool she doesn’t always need but likes knowing she owns.
What still blows my mind is how my body reacts. It doesn’t matter if it’s been days or weeks or longer since I’ve been allowed release. When she decides she wants my cock, it wakes up instantly. No hesitation. No warm-up. It gets hard fast and stays that way, strong and reliable, doing exactly what she trained it to do for as long as she wants.
And when she finally decides I’m allowed to cum? Same thing. One command and my body obeys like a well-programmed idiot. No delay. No drama. It just happens.
I like to joke that my cock works better than I do, but honestly that’s because it’s not mine anymore. She trained it. She controls it. I just carry it around and try not to screw things up.
Exactly!! All our boys are similar. Its mind over matter. Mental discipline. A good Domme masters exactlyb what it takes to develop each and everyn boy to be as good as he can be. And, for us, its so much fun!!