Focus: Oral Usage - Deepthroat Training “Go and get ready, Lou.”, my Owner said. I frowned and looked at him with expectant eyes. “I invited a friend over to do some deepthroat training with you today. Go and get ready for it. Make yourself look presentable. I want to show you off. Make me proud, my slut.”, he explained. A wave of joy hit me. I instantly started smiling. This toy was finally gonna get used by several men again! These last few weeks had been hard on us, too much stress, too little sex and playtime. But we were finally getting back into our training routines. I was full of energy and excitement. “Yes, Sir! I’ll get ready right now. At which time will he be coming over? And…um… who is it, by the way?”, I asked expectantly. “For you, he’s Mr. D.”, my Owner replied. I laughed. Yeah, I mean, why not? We got Mr. A and Mr. C so far, not the most inventive thing, but it makes sense to have a Mr. D for sure. However, I was wondering if we would ever meet a Mr. B in the future… There must have been a reason for my Owner to skip this letter, but I didn’t have enough time to thoroughly think about it, since I had to get ready for a playdate now! “What will I be wearing, Sir?”, I asked. He grinned and said:” The net-combo outfit, net style stockings, black high heels - not the plateau ones though, the regular, classy ones -, and your new mask, the one without holes for the eyes. You won’t need to see, only to feel.” I nodded my head. “Which collar should I prepare for you to put on me later, Sir?” He pondered for a moment, wrinkling his forehead. “Hmm… I would like you to wear the very heavy, thick one. But that would make the deepthroat training a lot harder.”, he contemplated. “Let’s ask our followers for their opinion?”, I asked. Sir raised his eyebrows and looked directly at me. I instantly lowered my head full of humility. To my relief, he replied:” Great idea, honey. Get the phone cam ready. We’ll make a poll.” I jumped up and kissed him, as I usually do when leaving to do some kind of task. “Yes, Sir. I’ll be right back.” When I got back to him, he had already prepared the poll with its vote options on all the important platforms. I was ready to present myself like the exhibitionistic slut I am, the only thing that was missing was my collar. Lately, I had been feeling incomplete whenever I was not wearing one. Even in everyday life, my neck felt kind of… well, empty without my day collar. And when it comes to sessions, it’s one of the things that really make a difference for me and help me get into subspace. My Owner knows all of the buttons he has to push for me to get into my service mode - or whore mode, as of today. He helped me put on my mask, which had no holes for the eyes this time. I had been wearing all sorts of blindfolds for years, but I’d always been able to peek through the little slit underneath it, or I had a shadowy, blurry vision, still roughly perceiving the outlines of things through the half-transparent fabric. But this time, there was no peeking through. It was pitch black and I could not see a single thing, no matter how hard I tried. I started to feel a little nervous, but my Owner calmed me down again within seconds by taking my hand and leading me to the spot he wanted to take my picture in. “Right here, sweetie.”, he whispered. Slowly helping me down onto the floor and then letting go of my hand. He put his palm on my cheek and slowly caressed me, while I closed my eyes - not that it made any difference, it was just a reflex - and snuggled my head into his warm hand, feeling calm and serene. When he put a finger on my mouth, very softly, barely touching my lips, I gave it a little kiss. He gently pushed forward and slid it into my mouth. I desperately started sucking and licking on it, breathing heavily and starting to feel my pussy pulse. He pulled his finger back and gave me a few head pats. “Good girl. Stay like this.”, he said with a deep voice. I could tell that this little interaction had already turned him on as well. We’re very similar in that regard and tend to synergize perfectly when it comes to play sessions. All it takes for me to get into it is his voice telling me to kneel, his hand on my throat, his collar on my neck and his leash leading me the way. All it took for him was trust in my devotion. To know that to him I was like a puppet, I’d obey no matter what, listen, and follow unconditionally. “Right there. Yes. We have it.”, he snapped me out of my thoughts, “We’ll take the mask back off for a second, so you can put on the outfit.”