Go for it.

As he lay there, the task reverberated in his mind. It felt as though she had infiltrated his very thoughts, compelling him to obediently follow her words. Sitting up in bed, he rested his head in his hands, attempting to regain focus. However, there was only one dominating thought in his mind: to obey his mistress. He rose from the bed and retrieved his phone from the nightstand, opening the photo app. Walking over to Sarah's side of the bed, his arousal was already evident due to the cockring he had been wearing.

It didn't take long before he reached the climax, releasing onto Sarah's face. The milky white fluid cascaded down her cheek, dripping onto the floor. It felt as though a switch had been flipped in his mind. He had fulfilled his task, and now he could relax and drift off to sleep.

The following morning, both of them got up. Michael experienced an unusual sense of relief, as if a burden had been lifted from his shoulders. Sarah silently rose from the bed and headed for the shower. In the meantime, Michael sent the video to Mistress Alex and began preparing breakfast. While he was occupied in the kitchen, his phone buzzed, indicating a new message.

"What a loyal little **** you are. I believe it's time for you to reveal to that little slut who you truly belong to. You will inform her that you are the property of Mistress Alex and that you engaged in intimate activities with her this weekend while she was away."

Michael nearly had a heart attack upon reading the message. He read it over again, and just as Sarah entered the kitchen, he was still taken aback. She noticed his stunned expression and approached him with a worried look.

"Hey, babe, what's wrong?" Michael held his phone, his mind racing. Sarah seemed to desire this kind of progression, and he took a deep breath before speaking.

"Sarah, we need to talk." She appeared surprised but allowed him to guide her to the sofa, where they both sat down. "First and foremost, Sarah, I want to express my love for you. You're an amazing girlfriend, but something happened this weekend that I need to discuss with you." He took another deep breath before continuing.

"Over the past few weeks, I've encountered another woman." He let the information sink in for a moment while observing Sarah cover her mouth with her hand. "I've met a woman... No, a goddess who fulfills a deep need within me that you're unable to satisfy." He looked apologetically at Sarah, who still appeared shocked. She was a remarkably skilled actress, portraying a hurt expression even though they were merely engaging in roleplay. It almost felt genuine. Nevertheless, he pressed on.

"I've surrendered to her, and she has control over me and my desires. I have something to show you." He stood up, unbuckled his pants, and pulled them down, revealing his semi-erect member adorned with Mistress Alex's cockring. Sarah's eyes widened in surprise.

"Oh my God, Michael, what have you done?" She cautiously ran her fingers around the ring. "Why would you subject yourself to this?" Michael allowed her to touch it as he stood there. "I did it for Mistress as a symbol of my servitude." Sarah looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Babe, please, I love you. Don't say such things." She began stroking his shaft, attempting to arouse him further. Before he knew it, she took him into her mouth and began to suck. In that moment, Michael felt torn. He enjoyed the way his girlfriend pleasured him, but the underlying desperation made the experience even more exhilarating. He mumbled, trying to convey his conflicted feelings.

"Sarah... Please, my mistress..." Yet, he couldn't continue. He was on the brink of release, and she was giving her all. Eventually, Michael climaxed, releasing himself into Sarah's mouth. She continued to perform oral sex, then looked up and swallowed.

"See? I can be as skilled as anyone else out there." Suddenly, Michael grasped the magnitude of his predicament and began to panic. What was he going to write to Mistress Alex? He had just broken one of her rules, and an odd sensation washed over him—resignation and emptiness. He sat down on the sofa next to Sarah, who placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, asking.

"Wasn't that pleasurable?" Michael sat there for a moment before getting up.

"I need to step out." He retrieved his phone and keys, then left through the front door, leaving Sarah behind.