Defy Her Demand

As the Mistress dominantly smears sticky precum on your face, you feel her hurtful words echoing through your mind: “You gave in after two beatings. What a mediocre show of defiance.”

You close your eyes and smile to yourself, accepting the hopelessness of your situation. Making peace with it. You know that there will be no happy ending for you in this place, so you might as well go out on your own terms.

Opening your eyes once more, you smirk at the Mistress with a look of resigned defiance. “You’re right. I was a coward. I gave into you, hoping that it would end my suffering. But I see now that I was simply trading one humiliation for another. That all ends now.”

Her golden eyes glare at you with disdain as you rise to your feet and address her with apathetic sincerity.

“I’m not sucking you off, Mistress. I refuse. So go ahead. Do as you said; show me the true meaning of pain.”

She crosses her arms and waits patiently for several pregnant moments. Her corrupt aura slowly seeps into you, sapping the confidence in your heart. You feel compelled to turn your gaze away from hers in submissive defeat.

“Are you done?” She snorts, fixing her gaze on your unimpressive, naked body.

You tentatively turn your eyes back to hers in confusion.

She continues. “Have you said all that you needed to?”

You furrow your brow, and nod slowly. What else is there to say?

“You’re right on one count, ****. You won’t be sucking me off today. You clearly haven’t earned that privilege.” She snaps her fingers.

Your eyes go wide with horror as a second pair of guards enter into view, wheeling some sort of large contraption through the cell door. They haul the object into the center of the room with hefty effort, before thanklessly taking their leave.

The Mistress sees the fear in your eyes, and it brings a terrifying smile to her face. “I’ve been meaning to try out this new invention of mine. I think you’ll be the perfect fit.”

She leers at you with a mocking disposition as she motions toward the invention. "I don’t suppose you’d willingly strap yourself in?” You shake your head slightly in self-righteous response.