Politely Decline Her Demand

Kneeling before her, naked as you are, you inspect the Mistress’s precummy phallus with intense embarrassment. Your face reddens as you imagine yourself swallowing the entirety of its length.

You shake the thoughts from your mind. N-no, no way! Put that thing down my throat? It would ruin me!

You look up at the expectant Mistress. Her golden, glowing eyes instill in you equal parts fear and a need to serve, but this is all moving way too fast. You had a rocky start meeting her expectations in lesson one, but you were ultimately successful. You never defied her or spoke out of turn. Surely that is enough to earn you a little leniency today? Perhaps it's time to cash in on her good graces.

You adopt a conciliatory tone and look abashedly up at her. “M-Mistress, I’ve never done something like that before…please don’t make me do it. I’m not ready yet, and I’ve only just arrived! Can’t we start off with something simpler? P-please?”

She frowns, as a deep look of dissatisfaction crosses her face. The Mistress puts her hands on her hips and stares deeply into your downtrodden eyes. “You disappoint me, pet.”

You look away in shame, and struggle to maintain your suppliant posture.

“You wasted my time in lesson one with mediocrity, and now you sit here begging me for an easier task?”

She grips your face with her firm fingers and forces you to look into her eyes.

“My patience with you has run its course. I do not suffer impertinent sluts.”

You feel your courage slink away as you begin to intensely regret your decision.

“I’ll give you one day, slut. One more day to gather up the stomach to serve as you are bid. It's very rare that I let a slave off with a warning. Consider it my way of acknowledging your potential; a potential you seem content to squander.”

She shoves you away and you fall back onto your ass. The Mistress begins to don her booty shorts once more, leering at you all the while.

You know that you must try to salvage the situation before things get even worse.

“Thank you, Mistress. I apologize for my poor behavior. Please allow me to make it up to you next time.”

She sighs heavily and inspects your unimpressive, suppliant presence for several long moments. The thought crosses your mind that you might have just made her even more upset, but eventually she gives you an annoyed nod.

“This process is more difficult for some. You seem to be very confused about your position here, so allow me to enlighten. You are a slave, and you will do as you are told from now on without question.”

She sneers at you and slams her boot unexpectedly into the stone floor, causing you to flinch.

You snap to attention and nod half-heartedly, taking in the sickening truth of her words.

“Trust me, little pet. You don’t want to experience how I handle disobedient sluts. I’ve graciously given you a second chance. There won’t be a third. See you tomorrow.”

With that, she turns on her heels and exits the room in a huff, leaving you once more naked and alone in this dreary, depressing place.

It seems that whatever bridge you built with your decent performance in lesson one has officially gone up in flames. You know that you will have to succumb to her facial abuses tomorrow, or potentially experience an even more terrifying punishment.

You crawl to the corner of the room and spend some time lamenting your fate. You have a lot to consider, and not a whole lot of time to do it.