Chapter 12: Eat Every Last Drop

Continued from chapter 11:

Sophie shrieks with triumphant laughter, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight as she watches me dance and beg.

My words grow increasingly incoherent with need, my body trembling on the precipice of orgasm. Just as I reach the point of no return, she hilts her hand fully inside me, her fingers splayed wide, fluttering like the petals of a flower in the wind.

“Cum for me, puppet. Cum now!” she commands, her thumb pinching my slit as her other hand reaches around to grope my bouncing chest roughly.

She gently squeezes my prostate with her fluttering fingers, milking my orgasm for all it's worth, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from my trembling form.

I have had many orgasms in my life, but nothing could have prepared me for this. I scream a primal scream, my palms against the glass as all five tips of Sophie's fingers and thumb coax explosion after explosion of hot, creamy, white, sticky pleasure out of me.

Rope after rope of semen spurts from my tip with audible splats against the mirror. Her thumb pinching my slit only serves to increase the pressure, like when you put your thumb over the garden hose, reducing the area of release and making the pleasure so intense I almost black out.

I seize up, surrendering to the overwhelming flow splattering the mirror as I shriek and scream for Sophie.

“That's it, give me everything. Every last drop belongs to me now,” she purrs, her voice a sultry whisper.

Chapter 12:

I'm panting, my body convulsing uncontrollably as Sophie Taylor mercilessly milks my prostate, prolonging my intense orgasm. Jet after jet of cum splatters the mirror, my body completely at her mercy.

As the final spurts dribble out, she slowly withdraws her hand with a wet plop, admiring her slick, glistening fingers. She waves them in front of my face, her voice a sultry purr.

“Look at the mess you've made, puppet. Marking up the mirror with your sticky cream.”

She turns me around to face her, her hand still held up, fingers shiny with my essence.

“Open wide,” she commands, pushing her fingers one by one into my mouth, forcing me to clean them of my own release.

“Taste the fruits of our labor.”

I sob gently, my body still reacting to the aftershocks of pleasure, like I'm still plugged into an electrical current. I taste myself, my most intimate essence, as I slowly clean her fingers, her whole hand, while she smiles triumphantly at me. Tears of surrender stream down my face.

When I'm done, she makes me kneel in front of the mirror. Glob after glob of my semen remains, sliding down the glass as it cools, a stark reminder of her control over me.

“Eat, Ero. Eat of this feast I've milked out of you. Eat every last drop,” she commands, her voice leaving no room for argument.

She grins wickedly as she forces me to lap up my own cooling spend, gripping my hair tightly.

“That's right, eat it all up like a good boy. Taste the essence of your submission,” she says, her voice a low growl.

Once I've cleaned the mirror to Sophie's satisfaction, she grabs my hair, pressing me face-first against the cold glass. Her breath is hot on my neck as she leans in.

“Look at you, naked and kneeling like a sissy, your holes gaping and used. You're absolutely beautiful like this,” she murmurs, her hand sliding down to cup my spent, softening penis possessively.

Sophie places her hands on the glass, leaning over my kneeling form. Her lips curl into a smirk as she begins to speak. Her eyes trace the shape of my naked body, taking in every small detail.

“My turn,” she says, her voice a low purr. “Turn and face me, Ero.”

“Get your head under my dress and thank me properly, buddy. You have five minutes to make me come. If you succeed, you’ll get the hair, makeup, and clothing I promised. You’ll be my obedient little girl.”

She pauses, her fingers tracing lines down the glass, a shiver runs down my spine as I imagine them tracing down my spine instead.

“But if you fail,” she continues, her voice turning sharp, “you’ll still be my little girl, but you’ll be a naughty girl.”

“A naughty girl who needs to be taught another lesson. If you can’t finish me in five minutes, Ero, we’re going to play puppets again… but this time, in public, aren’t we, sweetie?”

She lifts the hem of her satin night dress, revealing her bare, quivering labia. She is very wet, her juices running down the insides of both thighs.

“Well, Ero? What will it be? Can you get the job done in five minutes and earn your reward? Or will you have to become my naughty puppet in front of everyone?” she asks, spreading herself invitingly, her arousal evident.

Her words send a wave of dread through me, but I also feel a spark of excitement. I reach up, slowly lifting the silk chemise, revealing her smooth, toned thighs, her glistening mound covered by a dusting of red hair, shiny with dew.

My hands slide up her legs, feeling her muscles tense under my touch. I lean in, my breath hot on her skin, ready to begin my task and hoping to please Sophie Taylor.

“Time starts now. Better hurry, poppet. The clock is ticking,” she says, her voice a low growl.

I dive under her chemise, the satin tickling the back of my neck, covering me, as she braces herself on the mirror, palms flat, allowing me to feast on her sex.

I use every trick I know, tasting her slick folds, nibbling her swollen clitoris, praying it's enough. Either way this turns out, I'm going to be transformed into a girl, but I pray that she finishes quickly. To have her hand up my bottom, to have me dancing like a puppet in public, is too humiliating to bear.

She grinds against my face, her juices coating my lips and chin as I work diligently to bring her to climax.

“Yes, just like that! Don't you dare stop!” she cries out, her hips bucking erratically, chasing her rapidly approaching peak.

With a keening moan, she finally finds her release, gushing onto my tongue, as her pussy flutters and clenches with ecstasy, covering my face with her juices.

“Fuck yes, Ero! Drink it all down like a good girl!” she screams, riding out the waves of pleasure, holding my head firmly in place until the last tremor subsides.

“Mmm, such an obedient little toy. You've more than earned your reward,” she says, pulling away, leaving me panting and glazed with her essence.

“Stand up and follow me. It's time to transform you into the pretty little thing you were always meant to be,” she commands, her voice a sultry purr.

To be continued...