Lois Obediently Licks It Up

She got down on her hands and knees. Brought her face right down to the floor. The smell of her own fresh cum filled her nostrils.

It sat there, a puddle of white filth like spilled pudding on linoleum. The reporter's body tensed, the instructions blaring in her ears. Something inside her rebelled at this, disgusted by the very thought. Lois knew it wasn't like the five-second rule when you drop a potato chip. This was a test.

She extended her tongue as far down over her lower lip as it could go. Brought her chin down under the cold, hard floor was pressing against her tongue. Flavorless, clean, as tasteless as a plastic bowl.

Lois Lane brought her whole head forward. Tongue running over the salty load she had blown. Bringing her lips down to suck it up. Licking and slurping, trying not to think of the lint and dust and dirt she was scraping up off the floor with her tongue.

When it was done, the dickgirl reporter stared down at the floor, only wet patches of drying saliva showing where her sperm had been. She felt dirty inside, degraded...and terribly, wonderfully free.

I can't believe I did that, she thought dimly, suddenly giddy. I can't believe I'd do that again...

The pink lights flickered.

A voice called out, one that demanded an answer.

"Did you enjoy that?"

It was familiar. Weird emotions surged within Lois, associations not quite coming together. her head felt fuzzy and...pink.

"Yes." she answered.

"You like being told what to do?"

Her hackles raised, unable to put a name with the voice. Masculine, commanding, egotistic; it made her stomach churn and her cock harden.

"No." Lois admitted.

"But you like being degraded?"

Her lips peeled back, baring teeth. A chimpanzee-grin, eager to rip the throat out, bile rising in the back of her throat.

"Yes."

"Pavlov caused a dog to salivate whenever he rang a bell," the voice said, in dull and measured tones, like a professor giving a lesson. "He was building psychological responses, associating food with sound. A physical response with an external stimuli. The process works for humans, but not as well. The human brain is too complex. At some point in the process, the subject must choose to accept the programming. To help program themselves. You are at that point. There is still a way back for you...or a way forward. The question is: How do you want to be treated? As a woman to be respected—or a whore to be degraded?"

Lois Lane, still on the floor, craned her neck. Saw a pair of very shiny, very expensive black men's shoes. Someone rich and egotistic had LL monogrammed into the leather. She swallowed as some last piece slid into place.

He waited patiently for an answer.