Sarah learns her place.

I stroked Sarah's hair as she panted, pleasantly exhausted. I'd allow her a few moment's rest, but the wet patch in my own pants demanded some attention and I wouldn't be any more patient that strictly necessary.

I still felt very distinctly that she was subhuman. A thing to be used. I couldn't explain it but I knew in my soul it was true. It turned me on the more I thought about it. It had something to do with the fact she was a cum-chugging whore. I remembered that it hadn't always been the natural consequence of such behavior, but it was now. Everyone knew that.

My experience with human playthings taught me that there were limits to the mind and body, and Sarah would respond better if I didn't push them too far too suddenly.

On the other hand, I desperately wanted to get off after that scene. "Look at me. Don't speak, just look." I took a few steps away from her and began to undress. I simply couldn't stand being contained any longer.

Sarah's eyes were slightly hooded at first, but as I dropped my bra she became attentive. I felt her eyes on my big fake boobs like a hot lamp. She was ashamed of her own breasts. I knew she couldn't help but feel inferior as I flaunted my perfect rack. "That's right, sweetheart, have a good look."

I stripped off every single scrap of clothing and stood before my stunned little princess, hands on my hips. Sarah was transfixed. I grinned. "Jealousy isn't your color, little one."

She blushed and lowered her eyes.

"Look at me." I warned.

Obediently, if a bit reluctantly, she raised her eyes to my body again.

"It's only natural to feel jealous. I'm better than you, after all." I walked towards her and her blush deepened. "I know it, and you know it, too. You're stupid, but you do know at least that much, don't you?" I bent over, flaunting my impressive cleavage as I cupped her chin to meet her eyes. "Speak."

Her lower lip trembled, and for a moment I thought she would show me more of her stubborn pride but the struggle to come had taken all the fight out of her. "Yes... I do."

I smiled and patted her cheek. "That's good. Now, are you going to be a good little girl for me if I untie you? I promise you will regret disobeying me."

She nodded weakly. "Yes, I'll be good." She spoke the words as if they felt unfamiliar in her mouth. That'd change, in time. But first, some manners were lacking.

"You will address me as Miss Tabitha or you will be punished. I won't remind you. Now, try that again."

She swallowed and I could see she was struggling to come to terms with all of this. "I'll be good, Miss Tabitha." She lowered her eyes again, ashamed. Possibly aroused by the treatment. I didn't care as long as she behaved herself.

"Very good."

I helped her back onto the floor in a kneeling position and untied her arms. She lowered them with obvious discomfort followed by a sigh of relief. I snapped my fingers and pointed at the floor. "Clothes. Now."

She obeyed, shrugging off her wrinkled blouse and bra, quickly removing followed by her soggy panties and skirt, socks and shoes, and then she simply knelt naked at my feet, uncertain.

Seeing my bitchy coworker finally in her place, I couldn't wait any longer. I took a seat atop a short stepladder as though it were a throne and spread my legs. The cool air felt good against my hot snatch, glistening with need.

Sarah stared without having to be told. I watched her curiously as she seemed to struggle with herself. She had to know where this was going. Softly, almost cautiously, she started to speak. "Miss-"

"Don't speak, slut!" I barked, and her mouth snapped shut, chagrined. Every time she obeyed me she lost a little more power, surrendering to my will. It was fitting, after all. She was a chugger.

I patted my thigh once. "Come here. It's time you learn your place." My eyes dared her to offer a challenge.

She did not. After a moment's pause, she crawled forward until her face was close enough I could feel her breath on my flesh. She hesitated, and then experimentally licked at my sex.

"Are you totally useless?" I placed a hand on the back of her head and shoved her face into my flesh. "Eat my pussy, ****!"

That did it. Her tongue sprang into action, licking and thrusting frantically. Her technique was terrible but I enjoyed her enthusiasm and was horny enough that I didn't care.

"Ohhh, yes! That's it! Mmm, fuck!" I gripped her hair with both hands, locking her face to my cunt as I came hard, rocking my hips.

My own orgasm taken care of, I released Sarah's head and she withdrew, her face positively covered in my sticky mess. I smiled. "Not bad for a first time. You'll need more training, however."

She didn't respond, she just stared at the floor, her cheeks a deep crimson beneath my juices.