XXX - Time to eat

"Current program will resume in 8,7,6,5,4,3.......program terminated. Now eat your punishment. I made sure that this time you left the penthouse when the building was busiest." Mommy said in cold tone.

She **** herself to sit on the cold tile floor of the hall, her legs folded beneath her. Using both hands, she grabbed a small container of the paste and brought it to her lips. The ring gag prevented her from closing her mouth fully, but she managed to **** the tasteless, textureless substance past it.“Eat...” she mumbled through the gag, tears welling up in her eyes. “Just... eat...” The paste tasted like stale bread mixed with soap and metal. It stuck to her gums and clung to her tongue, and she had to swallow the natural reflux a few times. Lisa closed her eyes and tried to focus on anything other than how disgusting it was, how much it tasted like nothing she ever tasted. She ate slowly, methodically, forcing each mouthful down before taking another. The sounds of tongue chewing were muffled by the gag but still audible in the quiet place. She could hear footsteps close—someone passing by on the area. Her heart nearly stopped when she thought they might glance over. Thighs trembled. The question in her mind echoed endlessly: When would this end? And what would happen if she failed?

Then she heard Mommy's voice, somehow calm and amused: “Good girl. You're doing well, but i think you need more practice. More discipline.” As soon as the last bit of paste was consumed by her bare fingers and **** open mouth, Mommy spoke again: “Well done. That takes courage, you know. You can go back home.” “Such a good girl to do something so difficult just because Mommy asked. See? You're not failing. You're learning. You're becoming what you need to be.”

Even as relief flooded through Lisa at those words, she felt the weight of them too—the way 'good girl' meant obedience, meant acceptance of whatever came next...