Lick up the ring stain

Too terrified for your brain to function, you let out a weak whimper as you stick your tongue out, lapping up the small milk ring in the wooden table.

“There you go kitty, lap it up.” Your red face turns even more crimson at being called a kitty, especially as she presses her knee in between your legs and grinds against your ass while keeping you pinned by your neck. Once you lap it all up, she forces you down you your hands and knees, face down in the larger spill. “Lick it all up kitty! Show us you aren’t a useless little girl!”

Whimpering more, you continue to obey. Why was she doing this? Why was she treating you like a kitty? Like a girl? Is this how they started with your mom? Oh shit, is she seeing this? And if she is, why isn’t she stopping them! All of these questions go through your terrified if strangely turned on 18 year old brain.