Dinner at Ashley’s

That evening, Theodore led Ashley up the street and up the steps to her old house, leashed as usual. Having been told by Theodore to keep her schoolgirl outfit with accompanying accessories on for the night as well, Ashley felt nervous about meeting her parents again and having her dad see her dressed up like this. Theodore on the other hand had made an effort to dress up for the occasion. Ashley thought he looked more mature in his beige chinoes and blue shirt.

It’s so weird to think I lived here last week. It feels like years ago. The last time he brought me here, I was completely naked. Being in this schoolgirl outfit is actually an improvement. How fucked up is that?

He rang the doorbell and waited politely on the step. His face was thoughtful, as if he was weighing a decision. Ashley chose to leave him be.

“Oh hi, Theo!” Her mom said as she opened the door, she pulled him into a big hug and kissed him on the cheek. “And you, Ashley.”

Demoted to his plus-1.

“It’s good to see you, Mrs. Jones. Thanks for having us over.” He sniffed the air as they went inside. “What’s cooking, it smells incredible.”

“Oh, just making a pot roast. It was for Ashley’s birthday but…” She trailed off. My favorite. “ It’s almost ready. Anyway, you don’t have to be so formal with us. Call me Susie, please.”

“Sure thing, Susie.” They headed into the kitchen, where her dad was just finishing slicing it to strips and putting it on a serving plate.

“Hi Theo, grab a drink from the fridge if you like, it’ll be on the table in a second.” John said. Theo passed her to grab a soda. Ashley pulled out a chair at the dinner table, but her father reached out and grabbed it to stop her.

"That's Theodore's decision, Ash." He said, looking at Theo. Theo paused for a second, pondering.

Is he going to make me eat on the floor, here!?

“Usually Ashley takes her meals on the floor,” Theo said, “but I’m trying something different so I think tonight she can eat with us.” Ash’s heart rose. But just for a second, because he continued. "Do you have a bowl we could use, actually? I have a product that Mom asked me to try. It's a new food product they want to launch for slaves, it’s all the nutrients they need in one go."

"That's a pretty sharp idea. How is Jeanette doing?" Her dad said. He stood up and grabbed a bowl from the cabinet and set it on the table in front of Ashley’s chair.

“She’s doing well, she’s excited to have another set of hands around the house.” Theo produced a large thermos and poured the mixture. It slid out like foul white goop into the bowl. She may not be his petslave, but she'd still have to endure some indignities. Like watching others eat her birthday meal right in front of her.

“Can’t imagine you’ve been letting Ashley out of your sight much. Or out of your bed.” John guffawed, drawing a punch from Susie on the arm.

“Let Theo move at his own pace, John.” Susie winked at Theo.

There was a large pane glass window opposite the table. If Theo wasn’t holding a leash tied to her collar, Ashley may just have smashed through it and run off to die of shame. But the night was young.

The other three dished out their meat and potatoes and dove right in. Ashley slowly stirred the dinner. Good food was inches away, yet miles out of reach. Theo looked at her expectantly. She took a tentative spoonful up to her mouth.

Ashley's eyes shot open, she immidiately recognised its flavor. It tastes like cum. The viscous fluid slid over her tongue. It tastes just like Theo’s cum! Why would he have me eat this perverted stuff?

Seeing her face scrunch up, Theo leaned over and whispered. “It's not in production yet, so mom said it was unflavored. But that's your dinner tonight. You need to finish it."

He doesn’t seem to know what this is. Ashley couldn't bare the thought of telling him in front of her parents that what she had just taken a spoonful of tasted like his semen.

"Remember our talk?" Theo said. His tone was sharp as a knives edge and the threat was clear. If Ash wanted to keep going to school, even whore school, she needed to play along with him. Ashley would much, much rather have gone to bed hungry than to continue, but that wasn't an option.

He's always worried about being embarrassed in front of others, I just need to get through this and I can talk to him. We're still friends. She took another spoonful. Oh god, each mouthful is like swallowing another one of his loads. Ashley had to be honest, she wasn’t totally opposed to swallowing him. But not with her mother watching!

"So, how were your classes today, Theo?" Mom asked. grabbing his attention. Theo and her parents started discussing his subjects and teachers, and the sheer normality made Ash sad. She had always thought these little dinner conversations were boring, and tried to rush through them to get to her new game or whatever. But now that she couldn't have them, she missed them worse than anything.

But as she sat there wrestling with her shame, warmth grew from her stomach and began to spread through her body. Her mind clouded but her senses kicked into overdrive. This is... really something... Ashley thought, contributing her emotions to the degradation of sitting with a mouthful of Theo's cum in front of her parents. She swallowed it down in one big gulp. Her breathing grew shallower and more excited. They have no idea of what I'm sitting here eating in front of them. She took another spoonful. Her pupils dilated, her pussy grew wet and excited, and her nipples got hard as rocks, poking out against the white fabric of her top. Maybe a few more spoonfuls, that might be enough for him.

But a few more became a few more and a few more after that. The taste of Theo's cum was no longer holding her back, but driving her forward, almost relishing in imagining her master's jizz sliding down her throat to lay where it belonged in her stomach.

She scraped up the remainder from the bottom of the bowl, and resisted the urge to lick it clean.

"I'll have what she's having," Her mom joked, drawing a laugh from her dad. No mom! The thought of her mom learning how this tasted... Tasting Theo... "Oh, that's a reference way too old for you kids." She laughed it off. "I'm quite satisfied with the actual meal."

“Well it’s the only thing I cook, so I make sure to do it well.” John laughed.

"I'll have to tell Mom it was a real hit." Theo said. "I was supposed to give Ash some for lunch, so I actually have two meals' worth. Since she likes it so much I might as well grant her seconds." He poured the rest of the thermos out, filling the bowl she had just completed. "Waste not, want not." He said before turning back to the dinner chat.

Ashley was already quite full, but the combination of Theo's order and her burning need for more of the food drove her to dive back in. Like she was an autopilot, she kept hungrily feasting on the foul meal while her parents and Master casually chatted away right next to her.

When she was finally finished, her stomach felt quite uncomfortably full but the rest of her was in almost total bliss. Her skin was extremely sensitive and her girl juices were leaking out of her pussy lips. I'm dripping wet in front of my parents. The mere though of how shameful that was made Ashley's body react even more excitedly.

"Shall we get started upstairs?" Her mom asked, “John, you can clear the table.”

“No, no, Ashley can do it.” Theodore said. John shrugged, said goodbye, and headed for the garage to continue a woodworking project he’d been finishing.

Ashley's sex was aching at this point, juices dripping from her wanting opening and running down her leg when she stood to comply with her master's orders. When everyone had left Ashley swiftly gathered a cloth to wipe up the puddle she had made on her chair before anyone came back to notice it, then dried of her lubricating grool from her legs. Hopefully if I hurry, he'll let me go home and touch myself soon. She quickly collected and washed the plates, setting them in the drying rack. Doing chores back at her house was a lovely taste of normalcy in her upside-down world. But it didn’t take long, and soon Theo was beckoning.