Apologize and Submit.

A part of you died in that coffin, you’re certain of it. The part of you that once feared this place, shied away from suffering, and struggled against arousal--that part is now a rotting corpse in the sadistic, thrumming darkness of your mind.

You long to be beaten again; to feel the sting of your Mistress’s touch against your seared flesh. You desire nothing more than to share that torment with other indignant sluts, and to that end, you’ll need to complete your lessons.

The Mistress has rightfully grown tired of your ceaselessly rebellious behavior, so you’ll need to ameliorate the situation through service.

The Mistress continues to leer down at you, eagerly awaiting your response. The sting of your beaten body goads you onward to action.

You get on your knees and straighten your posture. Craning your head up to meet her gaze, you mumble and salivate through your gagged mouth.

The Mistress snorts at the pathetic display. “Ready to apologize, slut?”

She begins unfastening your gag. “I’m not surprised. That little fuck-box was even more effective than planned.”

You clench and unclench your jaw as you attempt to reacquaint your mouth with its ability to speak.

You flash her a puffy, swollen smile as you enthusiastically intonate your atonement.

“Mistress, please forgive this wretched pet for their unruly behavior. This pet has learned from their mistakes, and wishes to amend them with suppliant service.”

You lick your cracked lips as you embarrassingly continue. “Please allow this pet to complete lesson one to your satisfaction, Mistress.”

You blush a deep red as you utter these intoxicating words. The Mistress takes great delight in your blissful submission, and waits several pregnant moments before offering you a response.

“Is that all?” She looks deeply in the wells of your eyes.

“Anything else you’d like to say?” She grabs your face tighter in her hand.

“This is your moment to speak your mind, slave. So go on. Get it all out.”

You need to be careful here. You know that she is attempting to draw you into a combative tone. It won’t work.

You hesitate for a moment.

“Mistress…if this pet ever defies you again, p-please show him no mercy; please beat him like the worthless slut that he is.” You moan slightly as you utter this undignified phrase with ecstatic, lustful intent.

She nods slightly and strokes your hair with her dominant digits. “A reasonable request, and duly noted. I accept your apology, and I’m glad that you’re ready to complete your first lesson.”

She snaps her fingers, and moves to place your dog bowl in the center of the cell.

The guards approach you and remove your shackles, but they noticeably leave your cock tightly caged. You reflexively begin rubbing your sore hands, as the Mistress looks down on you with expectant, lecherous eyes.

“The cage will remain on that little cock of yours until you show me some loyalty.” You nod shamefully, as you eagerly await the coming humiliation.

“It’s been a long time coming, hasn’t it?”

You nod at her with hungry eyes.

“Your defiance was impressive…most impressive. But that’s all over now.”

You crave her abuse; you don’t want it to be over! You look up at her and whimper with need.

“Who owns you, little pet?”

Your words drip lecherously, “You do, Mistress.”

She snorts at your capricious change in demeanor. “Then say the words. Do not make me ask again.”

You look up at her with a beaming, swollen smile, and finally say the phrase: “Hello Mistress, how may I serve you today?”

The Mistress raises her eyebrows and nods in surprised approval. She reaches down and grazes your lips with her thumb, considering you for a moment.

Eventually, she squats down to face you and slowly presses her moist, shapely lips to your left cheek. With a firm but loving hand, she runs her fingers through your hair. You feel a surge of satisfaction at the thrill of finally meeting your Mistress’s expectations. You shudder with bliss as you feel her hot, moist breath against your ear, and the reinforcing words: “Well done, pet.”

She stands up to lord over you once more. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You shake your head dutifully, and as if on cue, your stomach growls with a desperate need for nourishment.

“Just think of how much pain and suffering you could have avoided if you had just said them from the start.”

You frown and look up at her with unwavering eyes. “M-Mistress, may I respond?”

She regards with a curious expression. “Got something snide to say? Go ahead, make my day. I’m not against turning your mind to mush.”

You shake your head. “No Mistress, not at all. I just--I wanted to thank you for the abuse. I’m glad that I didn’t avoid it, I--”

You swallow hard as you gather your thoughts. The Mistress’s leering, golden gaze fixates intently on you.

“I feel euphoric when you put me in my place. I want to bask in that suffering, and share it with the other disobedient sluts. It brings me prideful, rapturous bliss when I consider my role in bringing that naughty slave Minerva to justice.”

As you ramble with ravening, sadist delight, the Mistress lifts your chin up lightly with her fingers and smiles wickedly at you. “Say no more; I know exactly what you are--and believe me--I’ve got just the role for a hateful slut like you...but we’re getting ahead of ourselves. You must first finish your training, and we’re a long way off from that.”

You nod dutifully in her hand. “Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”

She ruffles your hair in a rare moment of maternal care. “I’m proud of the progress that you’ve made today. It's a long road, but you have finally taken the first step. As a reward, you will be permitted nourishment.”

The Mistress unceremoniously begins removing her pants in front of you, and you look up at her with a lustful expression.

You lick your lips in anticipation as out from her booty shorts flops a flaccid, prodigious penis. She begins slowly stroking it in front of you, marveling at your wide-eyed fascination.

“Never seen one quite like this, hmm?” She shifts her gaze down at the paltry, caged pecker embedded between your thighs. “No, I suppose not.”

She picks up the pace, now stroking her cock in earnest. Your face is a scant few inches away from it, and the smell alone threatens to overwhelm you with lustful longing.

This goes on for several minutes, until at last, the Mistress picks up the dog bowl, and grunts in pleasure as she shoots jet after jet of her white, creamy load into it. You find yourself completely enraptured by the sight. For nearly a minute, she blows a torrent of seemingly unending jism into the object. As the last of it finally dribbles out, she places the dog bowl on the floor in front of you.

Donning her skimpy shorts once more, she looks at you with a stern, yet satisfied expression. “I expect that bowl to be clean when next we meet. Don’t you dare waste a single drop.”

You nod hungrily as she starts to make her way to the entrance of the cell. Her guards collect the wooden fuck-box from the room and begin wheeling it away.

“You have the day off tomorrow. Consider it a bonus for your good behavior today. Use that time to prepare yourself for lesson two. See you then, my sadistic little pet.” She gives you a wink, and exits the room with her guards in tow.

You are once again left alone in your cell, but this time, your bowl is filled with the bounty of a well deserved meal. You are positively famished, and the thought of gulping down torrents of seed arouses something within you.

You lift the bowl up to your nose, wafting the air as you do. The smell is pungent, musky, and sweet. You thought you might find it overpowering, but instead you feel a deep longing in the pit of your stomach to give it a sample.

You take a nip from the cummy bowl, and immediately experience a surge of euphoric bliss blossom inside you. The hunger pangs dissipate slightly, and you soon find your nose buried in the sweet, salty ejaculate. You ravenously gulp down the entirety of the bowl, losing yourself to insensate hunger and lust.

…

You awaken sometime later, feeling bloated yet fulfilled. You look over to the bowl with your name on it, and see that some of the Mistress’s jism yet remains inside. With eyes as wide as saucers, you proceed to give the bowl a thorough tongue wash. In the heat of your desperation for more, you spot some cummy droplets on the floor as well, and you quickly make a mad dash to lick them up.

…

Hours later, once your feverish cum-fetish has subsided, you idly consider whether the Mistress’s cum might be addictive, and relish the thought of becoming her greedy, needy cumwhore.