Submissive’s Throat Training

He told me he wanted me to learn. I wanted to please him. Every night I knelt in front of him and took a little more. Spit everywhere. Tears. He praised me when I did well and made me try again when I didn’t. By the fifth night I could sink all the way down until my nose touched him and stay there while he counted. On the seventh night he fucked my throat properly. Slow at first, then harder. I kept my hands behind my back like he liked. When he came he held me down and I swallowed every drop without pulling off. He stroked my hair after and called me good. I went to sleep with an aching jaw and a smile. I’m better at it now. I want to be perfect.