You Don’t Try Anything. You Give Into Your New Sweat Slime Mistress.

You sigh in defeat, getting onto your knees and bowing to your new mistress, who smiles and slides closer to you. “You May stand.” Says your mistress. “Your first task as my ****, is to lick up every single last drop of sweaty slime covering the floor.” She says with a smile. You nod in understanding, getting onto all fours and protruding your tongue outwards towards the slime on the floor, gagging upon tasting how salty it is, with the vinegary odor also burning away at your nostrils and eyes. Tears form from your eyes as you swallow your pride and begin licking away at the slime on on the floor, forcing yourself to take a clump of the stuff and taking it into your mouth. Your mistress watches dutifully, and once she sees you gulp it down, she smiles and giggles. “Once you’re done, you will get a reward. If you cannot finish my the end of the day, then ou will be punished.” She explains. You nod in understanding, working away at the floor more, licking up and gulping down more and more of the slime. Seconds turn to minutes, and minutes to hours as you work away at your first task. You feel so full, and you’re only halfway through the day… You wonder if you’ll make it in time.

Well, yeah; that’s the question: