You risk it.

When she entered, your master said nothing of the rope you hid earlier. You're not sure how badly this encounter will turn out but you don't want to anger your captor and risk getting tied up again.

You slowly rise to your knees and nod your head. To your surprise, the slave beside your master does not move. No sudden rush in your direction, no attempt to move at all. She just stands there, a perfect example of barely contained lust. She watches intently as you look her over. Inspecting her tattoo more closely, it is not a serpent, but a long green Japanese dragon that wraps around her torso like a belt.

"Well, what are you waiting for, Slave?" Your master continues to speak in open phrasing, frustrating you to no end.

You decide to walk towards the door on your knees, still hesitant of being pounced on at any moment. When you arrive in front of the slave, you see your master give the slightest of nods. The flaccid cock in front of you springs to attention inhumanly, from limp to rock hard in the blink of an eye. You can't help but gasp at the display. Your master smirks and nods again. The slave in front of you steps forward enough to shove her now erect prick into your face. Her cock is much smaller than your Master's, roughly 5 inches. Your master's words from before echo in your head, Show me you mean it, whatever that means. You have no idea what you did wrong last time, how are you supposed to mean it?

The slave begins to thrust her hips at you, jabbing her cock painfully into your cheek, and soon enough she grabs her cock and aims it at your lips.

"Tell me you want it!" The slave commands.

You are startled by her orders. The last slave did not speak until she had already had her orgasm. She simply repeated the feeder's message: This is your purpose. You are a tool. A sex toy for others. You need cum. You live for it. plus This is where your journey truly begins. Suddenly your master's requirements make sense: Show me you mean it. You can't say that you really want it, but this is a means to an end. I need to escape, and cooperation has kept me unbound. So far.

"C'mon, tell me you want it!" The slave repeats.

"...I want it..." you mutter, unable to really commit to the idea.

"You want what?"

She's going to make me say it outright. If I don't sound convincing then today's "performance" will be for naught. You resolve to do the best you can.

"I want your cock." You say sternly.

"That's right you do!" She says approvingly, "What do you want to do with it?"

"I want to suck your cock." You can't help but look at the floor.

"Then by all means, suck it!"

She lines the tip of her dick up with your lips and waits for you to move. Even though you've said the words, you can't bring yourself to do it at first. Her cock is firm and warm on your lips, pulsing with a racing heartbeat. Show me you mean it. The words repeat in your head. Your mouth opens wide and her cock slides in. She lets out a long groan as you finally begin to suck her. You've done this before, you tell yourself, just treat it like the feeder.

But you knew when she walked in the door that she was trouble. She waited until you decided to start sucking to take charge. She grabs the back of your head and forces you down the 5 inch length of her cock. You shouldn't be surprised, but the moment catches you off guard anyway. Her cock rams against the back of your throat and you can't help but gag and cough loudly. Her hips thrust back and forth as she fucks your mouth, and its all you can do to avoid puking all over the floor. She stops long enough for you to catch a short breath, letting you get a glimpse of a familiar sight: long spit strands stretching from her cock to your mouth. You don't have time to feel embarrassed about this as she rams you back down onto her short shaft. She fucks your face hungrily, and only lets up for the shortest amount of time possible until she speaks again.

"Why are you sucking my cock?"

You're not sure how to answer for a moment, but without really thinking about it you blurt out, "I need your cum."

"You live for it!" She laughs, "Good Slave!"

In no time she continues her rough face fucking. Spit drips copiously down your chin and onto your legs as you try to resist your overactive gag-reflex. She keeps changing her rhythm from quick bursts to sporadic jabs that send you into coughing fits. At this point you're just trying to keep it together until she cums. Sadly, she lasts much longer than you had hoped, continually fucking your mouth with reckless abandon.

"Get ready, Slave" She groans breathlessly, "Where do you want my cum?"

Again, you're not sure how to answer for a moment. Getting cum on your face makes for a larger clean-up duty, but you're still not used to swallowing either. Your master's words echo once again: Show me you mean it.