The "Call & Response" routine started up again, and eventually Carl gets to "Who loves cock in her mouth?" and by that time my Mantra is up to "I'm a Sissy Cum Slut, I love cock, Daddy cum is good for me, I love cock in my mouth".

Carl was sitting forward on the edge of the couch seat, legs spread, and i got down kneeling on the carpet in front of him. As soon as could, I got that cock sliding in my mouth and Carl told me "The cock must stay in your mouth at all times, even if it is squirting, epecially if it is squirting, and you will wait until you are told you are done sucking before you let it out of your mouth". This was a new wrinkle for me; I have a tendency to be pretty chatty when I'm having sex, and this was the first time I can ever recall being dictated a specific rule like that.

His cock is in my mouth, and then he asks "Do you understand?", a trick question of course, all I can do is nod affirmatively and manage an emphatic yet feeble "Mmm Hmm". And this sort of thing was going to go on as I was bobbing up and down on his cock, he's saying things to me to that are provoking me, and I really want to say something, but all i'm allowed to do is communicate by humming or squeaking, or make whatever agreeable or simpering noise I can make with this wonderful cock in my mouth. Of all of the times I had ever sucked cock, this was the most transformative, it was a revelation. His cock was this second living creature itself, as soon as it was in my mouth it was sharing my skull with my real brain, but this was the first time I'd had what felt like a transcendent connection directly to the Sissy part of my brain. Time definitely slowed down, there was a weird buzzing sound in my ears, and my mouth working over this wonderous throbbing living organ in my mouth, measuring and mapping every millimeter with my tongue, committing it to memory. For a few moments it was like an out of body experience.

I'd never felt so lucid with a cock in my mouth. A few times Carl said "Remember around three", very perplexing, but of course I couldn't ask! I managed to get myself up on the couch and was stretched out across the rest of the couch, my face in his lap, keeping that cock in my mouth all the while, on a special wavelength with my sissy brain. As much as I was all over the cock in my mouth, I was in no rush for him to squirt. I was over the moon, literally in tears with joy, I'd never ever had such a fantastic cock sucking experience and I just wanted to keep savoring it.

Carl leaned over a bit and started sliding his hand down towards my ass and I just knew things were coming to the closing moments. He slid his hand under the back of my panties, down my ass crack, and discovered my butt plug.

I was soo ready, and let out this muffled squeak, and then started the gulping reflex exactly right on time as his cock began to spurt. The first couple of spurts landed right in my gullet just before I swallowed, the next couple of spurts collected in my mouth and I smoothly swallowed that down, as I did with all the next spurts. For the first time ever there was never any kind gag reflex, choking, coughing, or any kind of reaction like that to cock cumming in my mouth, I was just drinking and swallowing it as casually and smoothly as drinking milk from the carton! Hands down the best cocksucking I have ever done. Carl was especially happy and impressed. He told me that that was a magical moment that we shared that will immediately come to each our minds whenever a special time is mentioned. I didn't think much beyond that...we had to rest for what was up next.

I found out the following night what he was talking about when I was just sitting at home, alone, watching Monday Night Football, and during a break a local meteorollogist came on the screen and that there would be overnight showers, starting around 3.

Within a minute, my phone rang...Carl had been watching MNF too, and we reminisced about the prior evening and both had the best phone sex ever.