Try Again, Slut. Lesson Two.

Sleep comes restlessly that night as your thoughts shift to the fate that inevitably awaits you. Frustrated, you sit up against the back wall of your cell and ruminate on the events that led you to this sorry state. You spend hours pointlessly rehashing, reviewing, and reconsidering; hoping that perhaps you’ve missed something. Some crucial clue, some valuable piece of information that might point to a way out of this mess. But for all your efforts, you come up empty handed. Surely that old antiquarian had something to do with your imprisonment, and it probably involved that mirror, but so what? Those pieces of the puzzle do not enlighten you on an avenue of escape, nor do they truly provide you with any sort of logical explanation for how it happened.

Sighing in vexation, you massage your temples and attempt to refocus. The Mistress will be returning soon. At the moment, there doesn’t appear to be any way out of here. You need to deal with the Mistress and her demands head on, but how?

You started off your servitude by exceeding her expectations, and that seemed to put you in a pretty favorable position. Unfortunately, as a result of your prior defiance, her good graces seem to have all but evaporated.

Should you give into her demands now to spare yourself future suffering? You still feel the needy desire for her cum, but the thought of gargling the Mistress’s member both disturbs and concerns you.

…and yet, what awaits you in the absence of your submission might be entirely worse. What’s the play here?

As you contemplate your path forward, the Mistress and her guards eventually pad their way into view. Her golden eyes fixate on you as she confidently struts to the center of the room. You see that she is holding a black colored switch in her right hand and a large black bag in her left. You shudder to imagine what she might plan to do with them.

She looks annoyed as you hesitate to approach, and beckons you forward with a single finger.

“Get over here right now, slut.”

You swallow hard and nod, crawling over to her with slow, deliberate purpose. You assume a suppliant, kneeling posture, as you prepare for her carnal command.

She raises a disappointed eyebrow as she inspects your naked, pathetic form. “Anything to say?”

Licking your lips, you look up to her and once more repeat the phrase: “Hello Mistress, how may I serve you today?”

She glowers down at you. “I shouldn’t have to remind you. Next time you will perform unbidden, understood?”

You nod dutifully.

“As to your question, I think you know.” The Mistress begins removing her booty shorts, and you once more see her half-masted member flop out mere inches from your face. You feel a lust-induced hunger once more grip your mind. The smell of her cock is intoxicating, and you can barely contain your growing compulsion to lick up the glob of precum slowly pooling from the tip.

The Mistress’s corrupt aura begins eating away at your resistance, and you feel yourself entering into a cock-hungry sexual stupor. You’ve already decided how to handle this situation; all that’s left is to follow through.