Thread: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & Zero_Kyrael)

RE Keep telling yourself, It's for the money... PsionicCuttlefish ... I stood still just for a moment hearing nothing, but my breath and heartbeat as he stood silently humming. I was sure he was pondering what to do with me which made me feel a little uneasy. I shifted my weight back and forth between my feet lightly rubbing my tail in the silence feeling a bit nervous. I shouldn't care, but I suddenly felt a little fear of rejection. After all the work to get here just to be kicked out would be rather humiliating. I took a deep breath to even my self out a bit more. I didn't want to over re act and needed to stay calm to make it through. In the silence my mind half wandered back to a part that still slightly worried me. I didn't want to be pleasured and had a strange feeling he would accept that stance. It's for the money. It is a job. You don't enjoy your job. I can work hard for him, but can't enjoy this. I cross one arm under my breasts holding the other as I worried about how that would play out with him. Hoping that it just would not be anything he would notice. If it felt good I might die of the shame. It all for the money if I came It would make me... I paused in my thoughts not wanting to face the thought. I could do my best to make it look that way... But if he found out. My head was suddenly filled with thoughts of him spending hours just forcing me to orgasm. Playing with my body like a game while I couldn't stop him. He did mention bondage and I knew he probably would be more than able to accomplish this. I quickly turned and took a small drink of water from my suitcase to hide my reaction. Just the thought of him doing that to me was so dirty and wrong I felt intensely flustered and embarrassed and didn't want him to see. I felt he might be able to read me so well he would know what I was thinking. As I turned back round he suddenly spoke out demanding attention. C-minus?!?!But I've... I stop myself refusing to let that get to me. I was sure it was just his way of saying it was not the quality he expected. I wasn't sure I really wanted take that in, but it did let me know he was judging me and he expected a level of performance. I looked off to the side for a moment knowing he was judging when I suddenly felt his paw pad hands lightly around my neck and his thumb pushing my chin up as he locked eyes with me. I had only minor issue making eye contact before, but something about this was different. It was hard looking into those eyes as he gazed hard into mine. I didn't want to necessarily look away, but the gaze was almost paralyzing the disdain was plain. He continued speaking being clear i would be fixed and he was going to fuck me into submission. My face should have been so hot he could have cooked off of it , but I was still stuck in his eyes. The look of his eyes staring down his muzzle to me was intense. He had confidence dripping from his eyes as they stared into mine. They screamed to me I will not fail. I will turn you into what I want. It was hard to face such a strong look. Suddenly the hand and thumb was gone and I found myself on my knee's on the ground. I was covered in a cold sweat breathing hard feeling Like I had just ran a mile. The fuck just happened to me?! My mind was racing for an answer. He had just moved to his side and continued on like nothing had happened. I slowly pushed myself back up a bit shaky at first. I just let it all get to me for a moment. It was no big deal i'm fine. I tried to rationalize it to myself, but I kept thinking about that gaze, but being pulled out of the thought as the word Tabby immediately drew my attention back to him as my tail and face twitched as he said it again with emphasis. I felt a bit more at east with this question knowing I had very little to share and he might be disappointed in the response. After everything that had happened this felt almost like a break compared to the other things I had to say. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction this time wanting to keep my nerve after losing it moments ago. I focused on my face while I started to answer hoping it looked normal enough he wouldn't notice I was fighting off the flustered feeling rising from the bottom of my stomach. I don't have much experience. I focused... I stopped and started again remembering the rules. This was turning out to be harder by the second as adding in master was making the flustered feeling more intense. I don't have much experience master. I focused on school work. I took a deep breath keeping my focus. I have touched myself Master. Never more then a single finger in anything. I took a long breath through my nose knowing the next part would be the hardest. I... Did once at a party give a blowjob. My whole body visibly wretches as I fight the bile riding up from my stomach. It was terrible Master. The smell was strong like sweat and skin. I could smell he didn't always wash after the rest room either. It was like a rock and throbbed like when you get a head ache and feel each heart beat. The liquid that leaked out was bitter and watery and the taste stained my tongue so it wouldn't go away. I wretched slightly again shaking. I tried to swallow when you came, but I couldn't take it. Thick like hot sour cream it sucked every bit of moisture from my mouth giving me cotton mouth. Slime like as it crawled along my tongue. I had to spit it out and my lunch almost came back up to say hello. I shivered trying to block out the thought my entire body remembering the experience almost perfectly. I finally relaxed my body, but couldn't tell if he knew I was trying to not over react to anything. His look was calm and collected and still gave nothing away.