Humiliating Meal

He freed her from her restraints, put a leash on her collar, and pulled her into the Baxter on all fours. They arrived in the dining room. Under the table, a dog bowl awaited her with a candle, while above, Red had a luxurious meal.

• You will eat your porridge. I added some of my sperm to make it better. You will eat it with your mouth and tongue, without any help from anything else. You will lick the bowl clean. If you spoil the food, you will be punished.

Suzan, still on all fours, stared at the bowl in front of her with a mixture of disgust and excitement. The candle on the table cast dancing shadows on the wall, creating a strange and oppressive atmosphere. Red, sitting opposite her, but dominating her, watched with a sadistic smile as she hesitated to approach the porridge. He knew that every bite was an additional humiliation, but he loved seeing her like this, submissive and ****. He raised his wine glass, held it up to the light, and said in a soft but menacing voice, "To your health, my dear. I hope you enjoy the main course."

Suzan slowly approached the bowl, her tongue extended toward the nauseating mixture. Each slurp was ****, the acrid taste of Red's semen mingling with the metallic smell of the porridge. She swallowed hard, her eyes raised to Red, who was looking at her with a triumphant smile. His fingers played with the stem of his wine glass, the clinking of the crystal against his nails echoing in the oppressive silence of the dining room. He placed his feet on her back, forcing her even closer to the porridge.

"Go on," Red murmured, his feet still resting on Suzan's back. He pressed a little harder, and she let out a small whimper, but continued to lick the bowl with resigned submission.

She finally finished her meal, but the urge was growing stronger.

• Master, I have to... I have to go to the bathroom.
• Oh, yes, it must be the laxatives I put in it. Stand on the bucket to relieve yourself, stay upright, hands on your head.

Suzan walked over to the bucket, her legs trembling beneath her. Red watched her with a sadistic smile, enjoying every moment of her humiliation. She relieved herself, a fragrant, semi-liquid mixture flowing for a long time as Red watched her; it seemed to go on forever. Every second felt like an eternity to Suzan, who felt her stomach churn from the laxatives. Red, delighted by her discomfort, approached her, his shadow projecting itself on the wall like a menacing silhouette. He bent down behind her, his hands caressing her hips with disgusting possessiveness.