Actually, I have another idea. [ content]

“Actually, I have another idea. Wait here.”

I went into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl from the cupboard and came back to her. She wanted to play games and be a little tease. Well, I'd call that bluff. She didn’t seem to get what I intended until I put it on the tiled floor near the front door.

“Do I need to tell you want to do with it?”

Comprehension dawned quickly followed by thinly disguised disgust. Yet the ghost of something else softened her features a moment later. She was almost a different person after a couple of orgasms, and maybe the fucktoy necklace had a stronger psychological impact than I’d ever hoped. Blank faced, she walked over to the bowl and squatted down over it and closed her eyes.

Part of me was grossed out by the sounds of her expelling it, but watching the abject humiliation and obedience on her face nearly got me hard again. Eyes screwed shut, she pushed the load I’d put as deep as possible into her bowels out into the bowl. By time it was all out, she looked like she wanted to cry.

“Good girl,” I said.

“Thank you master,” she said, not looking at me, “Can I get cleared up now for my run?”

“Sure, once you’ve finished your meal.”

Her face paled in horror.

“You were just saying how much you liked the taste of your ass on my cock, and everyone in the neighborhood knows how much you enjoy the flavor of cum. I figure this is the best of both worlds. Go on, fucktoy. It’s the perfect meal for a slut like you.”

She stood frozen, now staring at the contents of the bowl. The cum was still mostly white, but yellower somehow, and with bits and spots of something unmistakably foul mixed in with it. Flush with my own orgasm and my recent victories, I was surprised how calm and confident I felt as I demanded this degrading act of her. She looked up at me but found no help in my face, no mercy.

As if in slow motion, she lowered herself onto her hands and knees and dropped her face into the bowl like an animal and began to slurp at the foul concoction. She retched once or twice, but I was impressed with her tenacity. She slurped it down, and soon started licking the bowl clean. I saw one of her hands rubbing her sex hard as she did this, and heard something in her breathing that was far from simple disgust.

“That’s enough,” I said eventually, “Good girl, I’m proud of you.”

She seemed to snap out of it as she sat up on her haunches, looking at the now perfectly clean looking bowl, and at me. Her mouth screwed up like she wanted to cry. It was as if she couldn’t believe that she’d actually done that.

“You can make yourself cum if you like”

She said nothing, but immediately started fingering herself with one hand and squeezing her tit hard with the other. She came incredibly quickly.

“Now you can get cleaned up.” She silently went to do so, and was back downstairs after a long shower. She seemed to have mostly recovered, even if she still wore a slightly shell-shocked look.

“I’m heading out… I hope you like watching me for the window. I hope it gets you nice and hard again so you’ll want to use me when everyone else is done with me.”

“I have no doubt that it will,” I said, and with that she stepped outside.