Actually not that bad

I figure I might as well go for gold. Crawling around to in front of him, I lap the cum from my hand bit by bit, until it's all on my tongue. It tastes... bitter, I'm not going to lie. But the reason it's so bitter is also a blessing. He likes black coffee, and drinks a lot of black coffee. So his cum tastes bitter like coffee.

But since he likes black coffee, I like black coffee. So it's just like I'm drinking weirdly flavoured black coffee. I immediately know that I can get used to this taste in no time, and perhaps even grow to seriously like it. It reminds me of my first time tasting Marmite.

Next I make sure to show him that his load is all on my tongue, before swallowing it all down, and then showing him my tongue again, now completely clean. Just like I've seen a hundred times in porn.

Oh yes, I can tell he likes that. He never thought he'd see a girl do that in real life.

"That was really hot." He breathes.

"You ain't seen nothing yet." I tease. I know every one of your fantasies, and I'm gonna rock your world. Then you'll see the value in treating me right.

"What's next?" He asks.

"Well, you just came." I say thoughtfully. "So I reckon now is the perfect time for you to go play your favourite video game while I start doing some chores."

My value extends beyond sex. And you don't have to feel selfish about wanting to go chill with some games after I've got you off.

I put my bra back on, but leave the rest of the cosplay outfit on the floor. I figure that me walking around completely naked all day will soon lose its novelty and then I'll have nothing to strip for him later. But on the other hand, I still want to give off super sexy vibes all day. Bra only seems like a good compromise. I'll wander around completely bottomless for him, my hairless pussy on total display, but still not showing everything.

"Actually, I'm a bit hungry." He admits.

"Then I'll make you something!" I beam a wide smile at him, saunter off into the kitchen, making sure to sway my hips erotically as I do.

Ugh, this kitchen is a mess. Not like a filthy mess, but just things need a good sort out and there's some dishes from last night that still need cleaning. Plus, all the recently washed dishes are still on the drying rack, and haven't been put away. The previous me was too lazy to put stuff back in the cupboads when I'd just be getting it back out later.

But first, a meal for my new Master. Do I go all out and prepare his favourite dish? Or will that make him too suspicious about how I could possibly prepare the perfect meal for him?

The sound of the League of Legends client fills the house. Good, he's followed my instructions. It feels like that's a win for me - the more that he's doing what I tell him as opposed to vice-versa, the less one-sided this situation feels.

I mean, okay, yes, I'm here in his kitchen, stressing about what to make him for lunch before I clean his kitchen while he just plays games. But hey, I'm literally a Love Doll. This is kind of the best I can do. At least I'm not having my asshole pounded raw while he just laughs at my pleas for mercy. Not yet, anyway.