You won't practice

After a few hours of cool down, your stomach grumbles and you know its time to get some soup. You just got the aftertaste of today's test out of your mouth, and now you're faced with another dose of This is your purpose. You are a tool. A sex toy for others. You need cum. You live for it. You can handle it once, maybe twice when you _have _to eat, but you don't want to listen to it more because she wants to you "practice."

At first you were worried about being tied up again, but right now you don't care. If you get an opportunity per day to get punished, then you should get the same opportunity to get rewarded. Maybe you won't get tied up immediately, maybe you'll get some other punishment. It's better than swallowing any more cum than you need to.

Forced to suck silicon cock after getting cum from the other mannequin, you can't help but laugh as you take your batch of soup with some note of "practice," despite your intentions. You finish your meal and get some exercise in while you still have control over your limbs, then try to get some sleep.

The next morning you follow your original routine with your breakfast, doing the least amount of work possible to get the job done.

When you hear the door open, you can't help but expect the worst. Your master walks into the room with another particularly gifted woman, her large cock is already standing at attention and she is giving you a very devious look.

"Hello Slave, my name is Lisa. I'm here to teach you a lesson." The new arrival seems very excited to see you.