Apologize and Submit.

A part of you died in that coffin, you’re certain of it. The part of you that once feared this place, shied away from suffering, and struggled against arousal--that part is now a rotting corpse in the sadistic, thrumming darkness of your mind.

You long to be beaten again; to feel the sting of your Mistress’s touch against your seared flesh. You desire nothing more than to share that torment with other indignant sluts, and to that end, you’ll need to complete your lessons.

The Mistress has rightfully grown tired of your ceaseless, rebellious behavior, so you’ll need to ameliorate the situation through service.

The Mistress continues to leer down at you, eagerly awaiting your response. The sting of your beaten body goads you onward to action.

You get on your knees and straighten your posture. Craning your head up to meet her gaze, you mumble and salivate through your gagged mouth.

The Mistress snorts at the pathetic display. “Ready to apologize, slut?”

She begins unfastening your gag. “I’m not surprised. That little fuck-box was even more effective than planned.”

You clench and unclench your jaw as you attempt to reacquaint your mouth with its ability to speak.

You flash her a puffy, swollen smile as you enthusiastically intonate your truthful atonement.

“Mistress, please forgive this wretched pet for their unruly behavior. This pet has learned from their mistakes, and wishes to amend them with suppliant service.”

You lick your cracked lips as you embarrassingly continue. “Please allow this pet to complete lesson two to your satisfaction, Mistress.”

You blush a deep red as you utter these intoxicating words. The Mistress takes great delight in your blissful submission, and waits several pregnant moments before offering you a response.

“Is that all?” She looks deeply in the wells of your eyes.

“Anything else you’d like to say?” She grabs your face tighter in her hand.

“This is your moment to speak your mind, ****. So go on. Get it all out.”

You need to be careful here. You know that she is attempting to draw you into a combative tone. It won’t work.

You hesitate for a moment.

“Mistress…if this pet ever defies you again, p-please show him no mercy; beat him like the worthless slut that he is.” You moan slightly as you utter this undignified phrase with ecstatic, lustful intent.

She nods slightly and strokes your hair with her dominant digits. “A reasonable request, and duly noted. I accept your apology, and I’m glad that you’re ready to complete your first lesson.”

She snaps her fingers, and moves to place your dog bowl in the center of the cell.

The guards approach you and remove your shackles, but they noticeably leave your cock tightly caged. You reflexively begin rubbing your sore hands, as the Mistress looks down on you with expectant, lecherous eyes.

“The cage will remain on that little cock of yours until you show me some loyalty.” You nod shamefully, as you eagerly await the coming humiliation.

“It’s been a long time coming, hasn’t it?”

You nod at her with hungry eyes.

“Your defiance was quite impressive, but that’s all over now.”

You crave her ****; you don’t want it to be over! You look up at her and whimper with need.

“Who owns you, little pet?”

Your words drip lecherously. “You do, Mistress.”

She snorts at your wild change in demeanor and unceremoniously tugs down her booty shorts. “Then suck me off, ****. Do not make me ask again.”

You lewdly inspect the appetizing, leaky cock bobbing mere inches from your face.

You feel needy arousal building within you over the thought of this new degradation.

You know it now, deep down in the core of your being: this is what you were meant for. You desire nothing more than to serve the Mistress; to discipline her unruly sluts; to gulp down torrents of her potent spunk.

You eye her precummy cock with hungry need. Nodding dutifully, you reply: “Yes Mistress, of course. It will be my pleasure.”

Wasting little time, you begin sucking the tip of her pulsating penis, coaxing out rivulets of salty, tasty precum onto your needy tongue.

“Such a submissive slut. And to think, all it took was a few nights in the fuck-box…” She roughly rubs your cheek as you lick the undercarriage of her cock.

You look up at her with lecherous eyes as you skillfully guide her prodigious length further into your moist mouth. As the tip of her cock presses against the entry of your throat, you feel your gag reflex instantly kick in, but you manage to suppress it.

You dry heave slightly as she withdraws her sizable organ from your mouth and pushes you back. Strands of saliva cling to her cock and linger upon your lips as you take in the experience.

“It seems all that previous practice is paying off. You're quite the cocksucker." She leers down at you. "That's good, because you’re going to be doing a lot of this moving forward.” She waits impatiently as you gather yourself for the coming oral ****.

“Yes Mistress. May I try again? This pet wishes to practice until he is the perfect, most diligent little dick sucker.”

She nods with anticipatory approval, as if she already knew that this question was coming.

“You may.”

You wrap your lips tightly around her engorged organ, creating a seal-tight suction. Attempting to calm your nerves, you pause momentarily to inhale deeply through your nose.

Deciding to waste no more time, you begin taking her length as far down your throat as possible.

Your eyes go wide as it pushes past your uvula and into the deeper recesses of your throat. Your head withdraws instinctively from the invading organ, but you rally your nerves and **** it back down.

You continue to send the length of her cock further and further down your throat until finally you bottom out and feel your chin pressed against her balls.

Did you really just take the whole thing? Your face reddens with embarrassment and a lack of oxygen, as you quickly withdraw, coughing and hacking spittle all over your naked body.

She claps slowly as she regards you with a thrilled, wicked smile. “You’re already deepthroating my entire length like a proper cock sucker. I knew you had it in you.”

She rubs her sticky, saliva-covered member across your face in a display of dominant affection.

“But you still haven’t made me cum. We’re not finished here until I do, understand?”

Catching your breath and swallowing hard, you nod to her with suppliant acknowledgement. You take in the heady scent of her cock as you prepare to suck the Mistress off in earnest.

A dollop of precum begins pooling from her tip and dribbling onto your thighs. Growing arousal grips you as you feel her precum and your own saliva slowly flow down your wet body.

You lap at the head of her cock and ingest the sticky fluid. The heavenly taste throws you over the edge, as you recklessly impale your throat upon her considerable length.

You piston your head back and forth in quick, succinct motions, occasionally bringing the entire length down your throat. The abused, squelching noises of your mouth seem to only add to her increasing arousal.

She never grips your hair or forces you to take on more than you can handle, seemingly content to watch you manipulate her massive member with unpracticed abandon.

The need for nourishment drives you onward, as you look up at the Mistress to gauge her arousal. She’s close, you can tell.

You redouble your efforts, pounding her engorged organ deep into your wet, awaiting mouth.

She coos with delightful satisfaction. “Almost there, pet. Don’t stop now…”

You begin massaging the undercarriage of her cock with your thirsty tongue as you continue to plunge her deep into the recesses of your throat.

She lets out a husky, pleasure-filled groan as she runs her lithe fingers through your hair. “I’m about to cum, little pet. Go on, take me all the way.”

You do just that.

Gripping your hair tightly, she bottoms out the entirety of her length down your throat. The Mistress moans with deep satisfaction as you feel her begin to fill your stomach with potent seed.

Your vision starts to fade as she holds you in that painful position for several agonizing seconds. The moment threatens to stretch on for an eternity as she plasters the insides of your stomach with an unending torrent of ejaculate.

Finally, as you feel yourself nearly black out, she releases you from her grip. You reel away immediately, hacking and desperately inhaling. You fall backward on your ass as you attempt to recover from the edges of unconsciousness.

The Mistress lets out a sigh of relief and chuckles at your novice display. She patiently waits for you to find your ground, as you once more groggily get into your kneeling, subservient posture.

You look up at her, still catching your breath. “Did I please you, Mistress?”

You see more of her succulent seed slowly emerging from the head of her cock, and you eagerly move to suck all of it out.

She chuckles and slowly strokes herself a few times, feeding you every last drop. “You did indeed."

You nod lustfully as you thirstily suck at her tip.

“Open your mouth and show me. Did you swallow it all like a good slut?”

You feel hot with arousal as you stick your tongue out to reveal that you did indeed swallow all of her thick spunk…

“Good boy.” She ruffles your hair.

“You performed admirably. With some practice, you will doubtlessly become a superb cocksucker.”

She begins donning her booty shorts once more. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You shake your head dutifully.

“Just think of how much pain and suffering you could have avoided if you had just obeyed me from the start.”

You frown and look up at her with confused eyes. “M-Mistress, may I respond?”

She regards with a curious expression. “Got something snide to say? Go ahead, make my day. I’m not against still turning your mind to mush.”

You shake your head. “No Mistress, not at all. I just--I wanted to thank you for the ****. I’m glad that I didn’t avoid it, I--”

You swallow hard as you gather your thoughts. The Mistress’s leering, golden gaze fixates intently on you.

“I feel euphoric when you put me in my place. I want to bask in that suffering, and share it with the other disobedient sluts.”

The Mistress lifts your chin up lightly with her fingers and smiles wickedly at you. “Oh, you will. I’ve got just the role for a hateful slut like you--but we’re getting ahead of ourselves, aren’t we? You must first finish your training, and we’re a long way off from that.”

You nod dutifully in her hand. “Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”

She ruffles your hair in a rare moment of maternal care. “I’m proud of the progress that you’ve made today. It's a long road, but you have finally taken a few steps.”

As she starts to make her way to the entrance of the cell, her guards collect the wooden fuck-box from the room and begin wheeling it away.

“I trust that meal will satiate you for the time being. I’m giving you the day off tomorrow, as a reward for your impressive performance today. Use that time to prepare for lesson three. See you then, my sadistic little pet.” She gives you a wink, and exits the room with her guards in tow.

Alone now to your thoughts, you find yourself feeling a ****, longing need for the Mistress's presence. Sitting against the back wall of your cell, you contemplate how to approach your future lessons. While you certainly do wish to succeed, you also long for the lash of her whip.

Decisions, decisions...