Ivy’s Date

As the sky outside the ski lodge darkened, Ivy found herself at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the Mistresses suite. The athletic black girl was trembling like a leaf, she’d been dreading this since the start of the season, being trapped alone with Rose and now she was unable to lie.

Ivy tired to remind herself of the pep talk Olivia and Rebecca had given her, trying to breath her fears out with the outward breath. The clock ticked over into the new hour and the slight fission of energy that had held Ivy back from going up the stairs vanished as if it had never been there. Holding her hands in front of her, with eyes cast downwards subserviently, she went up the stairs and into the lounge area of Rose’s rooms.

Rose

Rose watched Ivy come up the stairs, trembling and looking like she was being told to walk into the mount of a lion. She wasn’t sure why Ivy was so nervous, she wasn’t in the negatives so she didn’t need to worry about an elimination transformation.

“Ivy…umm…hi. Do you…want to come and sit down?”

Rose watched Ivy carefully, ever since her night with Delilah, Rose had felt more confident. More sure of herself, it was a strange idea, submitting to Delilah had made her feel much more confident.

Gesturing to the table of food laid out before her, Rose nodded to the seat next to her.

“Come and sit down, we can eat and then…then check in on how we want the night to go.”

Ivy nodded meekly and hurried forward, dropping into the seat and looking at the covered dish in front of her, trying to avoid looking at Rose as she lifted the lid and found herself facing one of the small desert dishes with a layer of white cum at the bottom of it. Glancing over at Rose, Ivy saw a calculating look in the trans girls eyes as she watched her over the lip of a cup of soft drink.

“You’ve been eating out Olivia since you arrived. So I thought you should see what the other side of your transformation could do.”

Rose shrugged, tucking into her own plate of Dino nuggets, chips and peas with relish.

“If you eat it or not, doesn’t matter to me in particular.”

Rose looked out of the corner of her eye at the black girl and could see her nose twitching at the smell of the cum. Before she scooped up the little dish and started licking the insides, the smell so overwhelming and almost overpowering her senses.

The last few days, Ivy had been doing the equivalent of drinking flavourless water for every meal. Whilst perfectly filling, it did nothing to satisfy her body’s desire for taste. The cum in the dish was everything, it was taste and smell, the best taste and smell Ivy had ever had. Combining perfect flavour with the nostalgia of her favourite dishes cooked by her mother. Ivy let out a groan of alley orgasmic pleasure as her tongue first touched the thick white cum in the dish.

As she licked the last of it from inside the dish, Ivy sat back in her chair with a satisfied smile on her face. Then that smell reached her again and she saw Rose shooting her a vicious smile.

“Well Ivy…now you’ve had a taste…I wonder what you will do for a fresh load splattered straight onto your tongue. And don’t think for a moment I’ve forgotten the hell you helped put me through. I hope you’re ready to earn a tasty treat bitch!”

Ivy Jones: +4VP (Gave Mistress a blowjob + two more in rapid succession) +20BP (Choked herself on Mistresses cock)