No, never!

You just stay quiet. Time trickles by. Finally there's a sigh from the other end of the line, "Fine, have it your way. I still get to watch what Trish comes up with as punishment."

The way she says that makes you pretty sure she had something worse in mind for you, so this was the right choice... right. Right?

You're not sure how long it takes for Trish to get home. The door opening wakes you from your slumber. It has to have been a good amount of time because you immediately feel a signal from your bladder. "Trish, please, I need to go."

"Go? Oh, has your teeny bladder filled up again?" says Trish. She drops her keys on the table and slowly sits down on the edge of the bed. "Why the fuck should I care?"

"You don't want me to pee the bed."

"Whatever. Do you think I'm going to be sleeping with you tonight?"

That starts you crying and begging, which is definitely what Trish wanted. She takes your chin and holds it firmly in her grip. "I try to share my big day with Beth and you poison it! You showed me how important a loyal girlfriend was and then you cockblock me!"

You blubber and snivel and **** out, "I am loyal," although it's really hard to understand what you're saying.

"You're loyal? Pfffbt. Yeah..." She gets another set of keys and unlocks your cuffs. You dash to the bathroom and she puts her leg in the door, forcing you to sit down on the toilet and piss in front of her, something you're still a little self-conscious about. As you're cleaning up Trish stands over you, cock out and erect. "My dirty little cheater," she says as she gets a good grip on your hair. "So... you still pushing that lie about being loyal?"

You try to nod, eagerly, but her grip is so tight that your head barely moves.

"Okay... and you're willing to prove it?"

"Yes, yes, oh my God yes Trish!"

"Fine. There's a special way. We'll start in a few days. Slut."

A few days go by and Trish barely speaks to you. Whenever she does she always refers to you as 'cheater', 'bitch', 'whore' or sometimes, when she's feeling mildly affectionate, 'my little slut'. She doesn't let you have sex anymore, you're denied the hot, salty Trish-juice you've come to love. She also lets you know that when Beth eventually comes to visit you will look at the floor, because you're not worthy to lay eyes on a good girl. You'll also agree with anything Trish says, including at least nodding your head if she mentions that you cheated.

You're starting to go a little crazy from the lack of cum when Trish drags something home. You're not sure exactly what it is - it's big, heavy and made of stainless steel, you can tell that much. It's heavy enough that Trish has to strain to get it wheeled inside your little student flat. She doesn't explain anything, she just pushes it into the corner, under the little writing table and then heads off with the college push cart she used to get it here.

When she returns she explains to you that this thing is a freezer, a special freezer that she -ahem- acquired with a little help and some bills slipped to some people in the labs. She bundles a bunch of stuff around the front and side of the freezer to hide it from view and lets you know that you're not to tell anyone about it. She also gives you the job of carefully cleaning it, which is quite hard in your current state.

By the time the freezer has dried and aired out you've already moved on to cooking dinner. Trish sets it to some ridiculously cold temperature - not cryogenic, but way colder than a usual freezer could manage - and then sits and eats with you. By the time you're done with the food the freezer has chilled down to the set temperature. Trish slaps your ass and says, "Okay, now on your knees."

You drop down, ready to taste that wonderful cock for the first time in three days. Trish drives it into your mouth and down your throat almost in one shove. Thank goodness you don't have a gag reflex to speak of. After several strokes she pauses and says, "Listen up, bitch. No swallowing." You look up at her, hurt written all over your face. You really wanted to suck down that load of creamy goodness.

"No. You spit. I know that goes against all your whoring instincts, but you spit my swimmers out into this." She hands you a little plastic bag that looks scientific or medical. She doesn't offer any explanation, but you shouldn't argue with Trish.

After she cums in your mouth you **** yourself to lick up all the sperm into a big glob and spit it out into the plastic pouch.

"Good girl," Trish tells you. She gives you another smack on the ass as you stand up. "Now put it in the freezer. We're going to be doing a lot of this. From now on only the freezer gets to collect my seed. You're just the temporary cum bucket that serves the freezer. You understand?"

"Um... no? Why?"

"Guess you need to pay more attention at school. Anyway, months from now this is gonna be useful, you'll see. This sperm will finally prove once and for all whether or not you're the loyal girl you say you are."