I take a second sip.

It tastes better this time, but I decide to hold off on downing an entire, second cup. My body is burning up now, and my little dick is straining in his cage. I sit down to try and calm myself, but images start to flood my mind. Images of Cassidy, and how she's feeling right now. Anxious, but extremely turned-on, I imagine.

I wander over to the second cup I poured, and decide to finish it off. My dick softens as my legs grow a little weak. My nipples become incredibly sensitive. My brain starts to numb a bit as I wipe drool from my mouth. My breathing becomes heavy as anxiety leaves me. I'm genuinely having a hard time now thinking about anything other than cock.

The door opens. It startles me a bit-- my breathing focuses. A handsome, darker-skinned man enters the room. "I am Michael." He states clearly. "H-Hi." I respond, nervous and horny. "Your test begins with me. " He speaks gently, but with a deep, stern voice. He's young, but fit. He sits down by me. "May I touch you?" I nod, "Y-Yes sir." He smiles, "Oh, no need to be so formal. Lighten up, have some fun!" His hand gently touches the side of my face. His hand is so big... so warm. I lean in, and he reciprocates. Our lips touch gently.

I glance down, pulling away, noticing a massive bulge between his legs. He smiles brightly, "Ah, ready to move on?" I nod, smiling. "Very." I get on my knees. "Your mistress has trained you well." He pulls off the towel around his waist. His cock is massive. Nine and a half inches. "Now do what feels natural."

I open my mouth eagerly. It's delicious. I start by kissing the sides, sliding my cute lips all around his rigid girth with soft, gentle nibbles. I inhale, the smell of his musk is intoxicating, driving me insane. I wrap my tongue around the head, and suck some of his length down. It's so huge, I can't fit it easily, but I try. I gently massage his balls as I work the tip. I push down, hard, to try and fit as much down my throat as I can, tickling the very back of my throat. I increase speed, taking quick, tiny breaths between each thrust. My gag reflex is gone, and I feel my ass start to burn with desire. Each thrust into my throat makes my body thirst for more. I feel him twitch, I want to feed on his cum. I don't care about anything else.

I push down, hard as he ejaculates. My throat and mouth are filled with a huge load of his sperm. I sit there, on my knees, mouth agape, feeling his hot load ooze down my throat. I savor the taste it as I slowly swallow. "Excellently done, sweetheart." He pets my head. I feel **** joy.

I wobble up onto my feet, and drink another glass of the pink stuff.

Another.

Another.

It's starting to taste sweet and sugary.

"S-Sorry, I should be focused on the test." I stutter. He stands up and walks towards me. A large, gentle arm around me."No, no. Find your real self. Drink, sweetheart, drink as much as it feels right to do so." We kiss, and I drain the bottle into one last cup.

My body burns.

My mind yearns.

Wild urges overtake me. My senses become sharper-- every touch is arousing. My skin feels like sex, my mind loses cohesion. I spread my legs and moan, begging like an animal. His tip presses against me. My breath leaves me as a deliciously painful pleasure burrows into me.

His girth.

His length.

It stings a bit, but I am euphoric. Each millimeter causes more cum to ooze out of my cage. My eyes lose focus as my legs shake. The pain alleviates as my body becomes loose, adapting to his shape. I convulse a bit as my brain orgasms, flooding with dopamine.

This is me.

This is me.

This is me.

His pace quickens. I can feel the minor variations in his cock. The veins, the head, the lightly rough skin mixed with the soft overall texture. It's now sliding in and out with ease. He's pounding my brain into a primal state. Every single thrust deletes my brain more and more. I start to have a hard time remembering how I even got here, but I don't care.

This is me.

I am a slut.

I am a girl.

I am submissive.

Breed me.

He does so happily. Release, such a sweet, overwhelming release. My mind reaches it's own climax, incoherence dominates my psyche as pleasure overwhelms.

A hot pumping feeling floods my insides. I moan for more as my toes curl and the muscles in my legs spasm. My hazy eyes see his smile as I fade.

I accept it.

This, this is who I am.