The sudden smack of the whips surprised him and though it left a little sting it also excited him. He enjoyed the feel of a leather whip on his flesh when he was bad, it was a reminder that he was owned but also that he could fail, something that he tried hard not to do.<em>"I must be more careful with my words and questions..."</em>he thought as he went back to his meal. He would try harder for her.<br/><br/>He ate and drank all of it, filling his body with the fuel it would need to serve her. When he was finished he kneeled like before, partly leaning into her as he let out an appreciative purring sound. His face turning up to her as she asked for him to do so. Unashamed of her cleaning him up.<br/><br/>He sat there, listening to her demand of him being hard as they left and the application of her tools helping the situation. From birth his sex drive had always been powerful and it only gave a firm touch to make him grow much harder, making it difficult to fit the cock ring on him, yet not impossible. As her face grew close he found himself leaning forward, wanting to be kissed. Yet he stopped himself, just inches away from her beautiful lips. She wanted more from him and he would put aside his desires to fulfill her own, yet he still hoped that she would kiss him like a lover and that simple day dream of their lips pressed tightly together made him harder then iron.<br/><br/>He could only stand up slowly and follow her, ready to serve her every need...