Worshiping her Master’s cock was one of her most favorite things to do. She loved sucking cock generally, but sucking his cock in particular was fulfilling beyond explanation.

Because of various commitments they hadn’t seen each other for three months. When they finally came together she threw herself to floor and begged to be able to worship his cock.

“You’re going to have to earn it, pet,” he said. “Every minute you suck my cock is going to cost you one cane stroke.”

He put the timer on the table and started it. Like a tiger released from it’s cage she pounced on his manhood and began her worship. Feeling his cock fill her mouth, tasting him, touching him, she lost track of time. When she looked at the clock, ten minutes had passed.

Ten cane strokes was going to be difficult. But his cock felt so good that she couldn’t make herself stop. Five minutes later she reluctantly pulled away, knowing that 15 strokes pretty much her limit.

Breathing heavily with lust he looked down at her and said, “Oh god, pet, I’m starting to get close…”

She look at the timer, it continued counting up…

She looked at his cock, glistening with her spit, hard and throbbing…

She looked up into his eyes, they had that lost-in-pleasure look, pleading for more…

She looked back at the timer…

What was a pet to do?