Doctor Knows Best

I suppose the doctor knows best. I breathe a little easier as the weight of the decision leaves me.

Her eyes glow and her blackened lips spread in a smile. “Good. Well, since your check up is over, I think I’ll put you to work. Follow me.”

Her red hair bounces as she walks down the hall. My eyes get locked on her swaying hips. Her plentiful curves remind me of High Lady Xon’s beautiful balance between overbearing muscle and effeminate in the ****. My clit strains in its cage.

“I see the last time you ate was this morning, Aubrey’s milk. It will be best to convert you to a full liquid diet, so from now on, I want you to drink nothing other than futa milk or cum. Nothing else.”

She opens the door to a spacious office as my mind processes what she just said.

“Dr. Zinna.” My heart races as I dare to ask a question. “I didn’t know that was possible. Am I able to actually live on futa milk and… cum?”

She laughs as she takes her seat in a plush computer chair behind a large glass desk. Her eyes glow. “Oh, absolutely. Our milk can sustain some people, people like you, but our cum can sustain all males and females. Pour me a drink.” She points a lazy finger to a cabinet of liquor.

Lucky for me, I actually know a thing or two about drinks. In anticipation of being invited to college parties, which never happened, I watched a ton of videos on mixing drinks. “What would you like,” I ask, confidence in my voice for a change.

“Make me an Empress Martini.”

I explore the fully stocked cabinet, complete with a cooler and chilled glasses. I pour the drink, gin stirred on ice and strained into a frosty martini glass. A garnish of a grapefruit twist finishes it off.

I bring the drink with a napkin and set it next to her. Her eyes still glow as she tilts her head at something that I imagine is not in the room but in whatever virtual space her cybernetics show her. I take a step back but she snaps her fingers and points to the floor at her feet. As I crawl under her desk, she takes a sip. My heart leaps as she smiles.

“Good work. Your files showed an aptitude to serve in the ways we desire.”

“What ways are those, Dr. Saph?” I kiss her foot and ankle in the hopes that if I show how submissive I am, she won’t mind answering my questions.

“Worship is the most important task you perform,” she answers. Her eyes still glow as she sits in her chair, tapping her fingers on the arms of the chair. “And that includes all its forms; kissing, licking, sucking, fucking, but small things are important as well. Like fetching drinks.” She lifts her drink and gives me a wink through the clear table.

I wonder if she can see me while her eyes are glowing or if she is just approximating where I am.

“For lower-level mistresses you would need to cook and clean, but you won’t have to do any of that. You will need to dance; learn the types of games we enjoy playing so we don’t have to explain the rules. You’ll need to know how to hold a conversation, to a point. We know you won’t be able to swim in the deep end, but enough to see that you don’t make social engagements strange, and then some outliers. Every Mistress is different. Some with… **** needs. For now focus on the major parts and you’ll find your way.”

My eyes drop to her muscled legs. Her right is crossed over her left so I can’t see up her dress.

“Look at you.” The green of her eyes returns as the glow fades. They sparkle with a natural light of joy. “You are just so eager for cock.”

I could just imagine myself getting embarrassed at hearing that, but no such embarrassment came. There really isn’t any point in denying or hiding it. I am eager for it. I bite my lip as I watch her legs spread. My jaw drops looking at her hulking cock.

Her cock is strapped to her left thigh by several bands. It’s not even hard and it reaches just a couple inches from her knee.

“I have the ability to cum at will,” she explains. “It’s for emergency purposes, our cum has many healing properties. You experienced it earlier when High Lady Xon allowed you to drink some of her precum, which isn’t half as restorative as normal cum. But I’m not above using it for pleasure purposes. Go on. Place your mouth on the tip.” She smiles and gives me another wink before her eyes glow again.

As she looks off into the distance, I guess she might as well be gone. Since I’m supposed to suck her dick, she probably won’t say anything else.

Her skirt goes to the edge of her knees but it clings tight to her legs so I don’t see a way to really get much room to suck her cock. The straps are also in the way and I don’t know how to remove those to free her cock at all.

I place my mouth on the tip like she told me to and cum starts flowing into my mouth like she’s taking a piss.

But she’s not even hard!

I swallow as fast as I can, letting the thick, goopy slime down my throat. After I get a hold of the speed, I’m able to enjoy the flavor. Underneath a husky musk that tastes mostly like perfectly seasoned steak, notes of champagne and strawberries trickle through.

Holy shit! Fucking awesome!

I guzzle down her cum and soon my head starts to spin. My eyes cross in a daze as my skin heats up. I’m so hot I want to take my clothes off, but when I reach for them, I’m reminded I don’t have any clothes on. My clit struggles against my cage so much that I grimace from the pain. My asshole squeezes, gripping the air in hopes that it will find a cock to fill it.

Oh, please. Fuck me. I need this cock in me!

My stomach feels full, bloated even. The constant cum slows to a stop and I suck as hard as I can to get everything out.

“That’s enough,” she says.

I pull back even though the fear that I might never get her cock again causes my heart to go into overdrive.

“Given your bodily response, I’d say you thoroughly enjoyed that.”

“Yes, Mistress. Ah, I mean, Doctor.”

She laughs and the glow fades. Her evergreen eyes make me smile.

“Don’t slip up again. I’m not your Mistress. I understand the confusion though. You have the willingness to serve as though you’ve been in service for years, but this is still your first day. You’re on a steep learning curve, but you’ll be expected to get things right. We, the upper echelon of the empire, don’t train our toys. Typically, they have a couple years of training before they get to us. If we want someone as inexperienced as you, it’s just for a quick fuck and a mind break.” She chuckles. “I remember a time where we had just taken the last of Europe, so my sisters and I decided to have a celebration of demolishing virgins. We rounded up a dozen each and we just blasted them. Tore their assholes, ripped their throats, it was total destruction. Half of them were dead while the other half begged that we use our cocks to kill them so they could enter Trilla in earnest.”

Begging to enter the Empire’s version of Heaven… I can’t say I wouldn’t do the same.

She smiles and laughs again. “Okay, let’s go. I have a special appointment to keep. You can be my little helper.” She reaches under the desk and squeezes my cheek. “Such a cutie, but you’re going to need some clothes if you’re going to make a house call with me.”