Play games untill dinner.

As Ashley was looking up at him Theodore slumped down on his bed and picked up his controller again. Not paying her any more attention. It irritated her how he completely ignored her after what they had just done. I have just given myself to him, and this is how he reacts to it? It felt as though she had been downgraded from a priced possesion that gave him respect among his peers, a status symbol, to simply a thing for him to use and then discard. Pouting she picked up her own and joined him, seeing no benefit in trying to coax the reaction she wanted from him. It was not her place to do so. Despite her ill temper, time flew by once she got over Theodore's lackluster response to taking her virginity. The time they spent together now was a breath of fresh air among the humiliation that had become a big part of her new life.

The voice of Theodore's mother suddenly called him down for dinner. Shit is that the time? Ashley thought, wary of when things would go back to their new normal. When they came down, Ashley was met with a marvelous smell of roasted steak, but as she expected the dinner table was set for only three, and her bowl on the floor had been filled with what she recognzed to be the same liquid that she had for lunch. That stuff again. Ashley shuddered. She remembered how it had made her feel, how she had lost her mind to it.

Theodore snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor before joining his father at the dinner table, while his mother poured up two glasses of wine for her and her husband. Ashley got down on her hands and knees. Theodore's signal was not exactly hard to deduce and she had promised him that she would make an effort to obey. Down on the floor, the contents in her bowl by the kitchen counter beckoned for her. Is this going to be all I will get from now on? Ashley wondered as she took her place on the floor in front of her bowl. A part of her wanted to experience that warm blizzful feeling again so badly. Ashley fought against her desire, she didn't want to eat this, the humiliation of it was just too much. To her surprise, she found herself thinking that it wasn't the taste itself that made her hesitant, but rather what it was mimicking, and what it represented. To eat Theo's cum out of a bowl on the floor while he and his family enjoyed a well cooked meal was among the most degrading things she could think of, and worse still, his mother knew how this stuff taste. Everyone really sees me as nothing but a **** now.

"You need to eat Ashley." Ashley heard Theodore's mother's soft voice. Ashley looked up to see Mrs. Andersson staring down at her, waiting for her to start eating. There is no way out of this. She sighed. I can't protest against her. I would have to explain to Theo why I don't want to, and he has commented so many times how I seem to like the taste of this... stuff. How would I explain that to him without sounding like a cum hungry slut? Ashley quickly made up her mind that it would cause more problem than it would solve to protest. She rested her weight on her forearms and lowered her upper body and began lapping at her food. Her position made her firm round breasts touch the floor. With the taste of Theodore she was once again flooded with the chemicals that made her senses peak. Ashley tried to hold back her moans when her ring clad nipples gently brushed against the floor while she ate.

Unbeknownst to Ashley, Mrs. Andersson was grinning at the girl in front of her. The girl who she knew never had a romantic interest in her son, yet had been a constant tease for him. She had long suspected that her son had never tried to start a relationship with another girl because of the possibilty of a relationship with Ashley, even though it would probably never happen. But now the tease had been made his **** instead, and with a mouthful of her synthetic cum tailored to be his replica. When the pair of them had told her that Ashley had become Theodore's **** she had vowed to do everything she could to make Ashley the best possible **** for him to make up for her never reciprocating his feelings. It was clear to Mrs. Andersson that the first step she had planned for Ashley was working as intended for the slut was moaning while she lapped up her food. Mrs. Andersson took her seat at the dinner table. The conversation centered around a new possible account for the firm Mr. Andersson worked for and that he may be looking at a promotion if he bags it.

With a hazy mind Ashley slowly worked her way through her meal. She didn't feel as though her mind was lost like the first time, and she now felt a crawing for that first time rush she couldn't understand. Though the same warmth was spreading through her body. My nipples have become so sensitive from this stuff, just what is in this? Her nipples having become stiff were a constant source of pleasurable waves through her body. There is so much of it. Ashley bit down, and held back against a jolt that wanted to make her body spasm. No. Not here. She took a short break panting, all while feeling the constant taste of Theodore and then **** herself to continue.

There is just a little bit left now. You can do this Ashley, once it's gone this will be over. The whole ordeal must have taken longer than she knew, for the rustling from the dinner table and chairs being drawn out meant that the rest of the family were done, and Mrs. Andersson began cleaning up. Ashley licked the bottom of her bowl to clean up the last remaining drops. She remembered his words earlier. 'A bitch eats what she is given by her master.' And she was afraid that he would take offence if she didn't finish all of it, and that it would warrant diciplinary action. She simply couldn't take punishment upon the humiliation she was subjected to.

"Come bitch." Theodore called out, already on his way upstairs again. The word bitch cut through the foggyness that Ashley was experincing and she immediately crawled away after him. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Mrs. Andersson nodding in approval.