Not suitable for under 18's Gift to Nifty ***********************
Part 27:
Triggers, are always a "thing". A word, an action, a look. They can all trigger us in a direction of a certain type of behaviour.
In my time, my journey to this point in becoming Jeff's Leather Slut there was a noticeable trigger. Jeff knew it. In fact he knew it before I was even fully conscious that I did this trigger. It was pretty simple, learnt behaviour from watching porn, hanging out in glory hole section of `Sling'. All it was was me licking the palm of my gloved hand. Essentially lubing it up for what was to come. Jeff told me that the reason was it was such a obvious trigger was the action itself, although hot, no, it was the way I'd do it eyes open, looking back.
"Fuck you look like such a slut when you do that" he said smiling. Us curled up on the couch. Both in our leather gear.
It had been a few weeks since that very random, wrong almost, moment a few weeks before. I'd now done my exams, got my results, got my place at University and was off the following day. Jeff was taking me, posing as my dad, which was both hot and weird but we'd agreed posing as my lover may freak a few of my new flat mates out.
He rubbed my freshly shaved head, stroked my face with its little, light, stubbly goaty and kissed me. "Damn I'm going to miss you Sam". I kissed him back.
"I'll miss you too Daddy, but I'll call, every day". He smiled
"So, how do you feel Sam? New? Changed? A year ago you were just a geek and now look at you"
I stood up, examining myself in the mirror. "I don't just feel different, I smell different, I act different. I'm totally new, incredible feeling".
"That's because you are Sam. But you're something else too, you're mine" his look was serious. "Now I expect you to fuck. But remember who your daddy is, don't, don't loose sight of that".
I nodded, licked my hand and sank to my knees. "That's it boy, blow me again".
Jeff pulled his thick, hard cock out of his jock and smeared it over my face, making me smell my ass and his cum on it. He pulled back the foreskin "just the head, nothing else" and I took him into my mouth tasting the intensity on him. I looked up. A year before I was just a geeky kid. Now I was something so much better, so much more incredible.
"That's it you stupid slut, work the head". According to Jeff since I aced my exam I was even more stupid, even dumber in fact. But he knew that was a trigger too. One that made me nasty.
My tongue swirled his tasty fat cock head. The groans of his body rippling down. Fuck, I loved this, loved him. He'd taken me, owned me, pimped me, used me, but fuck I didn't care. I loved this. Loved that I was nasty. Without warning I just deep throated his big cock. Keeping my eyes up and gagging.
"Fuck yes you filthy slut, every inch, get every inch into that dumb whore mouth" he grabbed the back of my head, held it until spit coughed from the side. I collapsed slightly back as he pulled out and walked off.
"We leave at 6am boy, be ready, put all your leather gear neatly in the closet, you won't be needing it."