Apologize and Submit

You cannot take another beating like the one you received previously. Whatever awaits you on the other end of lesson one, it can’t possibly measure up to the enduring **** you would likely receive through continued defiance.

A smart man knows when to fight their battles, and when to retreat. Or so you tell yourself, as you contemplatively cope with your resignation.

The Mistress continues to leer down at you, eagerly awaiting your response. The sting of your beaten body goads you onward to action.

You slowly inch your bound body towards the Mistress. Craning your head up as best you can, you mumble and salivate through your gagged mouth.

The Mistress snorts at the pathetic display. “Ready to apologize, slut?”

She begins unfastening your gag. “I’m not surprised. You took quite a dicking the other day.”

You clench and unclench your jaw as you attempt to reacquaint your mouth with its ability to speak.

Kneeling before her, you look up to see her golden, expectant eyes measuring your demeanor. You know that you need to make this apology believable.

So you push down your pride and flash her a swollen smile as you enthusiastically intonate your feigned atonement.

“Mistress, please forgive this wretched pet for their unruly behavior. This pet has learned from their mistakes, and wishes to amend them with suppliant service.”

You lick your cracked lips as you embarrassingly continue. “Please allow this pet to be released from their bondage, so that they might complete lesson one to your satisfaction, Mistress.”

You blush a deep red as you utter these humiliating words. The Mistress takes great delight in your squirming discomfort, and waits several pregnant moments before offering you a response.

“Is that all?” She looks deeply in the wells of your eyes.

“Anything else you’d like to say?” She grabs your face tighter in her hand.

“This is your moment to speak your mind, ****. So go on. Get it all out.”

You need to be careful here. You know that she is attempting to draw you into a combative tone. It won’t work.

You hesitate for a moment.

“Mistress…if this pet ever defies you again, p-please show him no mercy.” Your voice croaks slightly as you struggle to utter this undignified phrase, but your gambit pays off.

She nods slightly and strokes your hair with her dominant digits. “A reasonable request, and duly noted. I accept your apology, and I’m glad that you’re ready to complete your first lesson.”

She snaps her fingers, and moves to place your dog bowl in the center of the cell.

The guards approach you and remove your shackles, but they noticeably leave your cock tightly caged. You reflexively begin rubbing your sore hands, as the Mistress looks down on you with expectant, lecherous eyes.

“The cage will remain on that little cock of yours until you show me some loyalty.” You nod shamefully, and center yourself for the coming humiliation.

No going back now. You need to do this right, or not at all.

You straighten your back, look up at her with a beaming, swollen smile, and repeat the phrase: “Hello Mistress, how may I serve you today?”

The Mistress raises her eyebrows and nods in surprised approval. She reaches down and grazes your lips with her thumb, considering you for a moment.

Eventually, she squats down to face you and slowly presses her moist, shapely lips to your left cheek. With a firm but loving hand, she runs her fingers through your hair. You feel a surge of satisfaction at the thrill of finally meeting your Mistress’s expectations. You shudder with bliss as you feel her hot, moist breath against your ear, and the reinforcing words: “Well done, pet.”

She stands up to lord over you once more. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You shake your head dutifully, and as if on cue, your stomach growls with a **** need for nourishment.

“I’m proud of the progress that you’ve made today. It's a long road, but you have finally taken the first step. As a reward, you will be permitted nourishment.”

The Mistress unceremoniously begins removing her pants in front of you, and you look up at her with a confused, hungry expression.

Your expression quickly shifts from confusion to surprise as out from her booty shorts flops a flaccid, prodigious penis. She begins slowly stroking it in front of you, marveling at your wide-eyed fascination.

“Never seen one quite like this, hmm?” She shifts her gaze down at the paltry pecker embedded between your thighs. “No, I suppose not.”

She picks up the pace, now stroking her cock in earnest. Your face is a scant few inches away from it, and the smell alone threatens to overwhelm you with lustful longing.

This goes on for several minutes, until at last, the Mistress picks up the dog bowl, and grunts in pleasure as she shoots jet after jet of her white, creamy load into it. You find yourself completely enraptured by the sight. For nearly a minute, she blows a torrent of seemingly unending jism into the object. As the last of it finally dribbles out, she places the dog bowl on the floor in front of you.

Donning her skimpy shorts once more, she looks at you with a stern, yet satisfied expression. “I expect that bowl to be clean when next we meet. Don’t you dare waste a single drop.”

You nod thirstily, licking your lips in anticipation.

She starts to make her way to the exit, stopping halfway to face you once more. “You have the day off tomorrow. Consider it a bonus for your satisfactory behavior today. Use that time to prepare yourself for lesson two. See you then, my cum-addicted little pet.” She gives you a wink, and exits the room with her guards in tow.

You are once again left alone in your cell, but this time, your bowl is filled with the bounty of a well deserved meal.

You lift the bowl up to your nose, wafting the air as you do. The smell is pungent, musky, and delectably sweet. You feel overwhelmed with addiction as you dive face first into the cummy bowl, slurping and gulping it down with **** need.

You immediately experience a surge of rapturous, euphoric bliss as the ejaculate begins to make its way into your stomach. The hunger pangs dissipate slightly as you greedily lap up the sweet, salty ejaculate. You ravenously gulp down torrents of the seed, losing yourself completely to insensate hunger and lust.

…

You awaken sometime later, feeling bloated yet fulfilled. You look idly over to the bowl with your name on it, and see that some of the Mistress’s jism yet remains inside. With eyes as wide as saucers, you proceed to give the bowl a thorough tongue wash. In the heat of your desperation for more, you spot some cummy droplets on the floor as well, and you quickly make a mad dash to lick them up.

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Hours later, once your feverish cum-fetish has subsided, you find yourself lamenting the addiction that has so obviously consumed you. It seems that what the Mistress said was true; you were indeed horribly changed by that sexual **** you received. This cum addiction has wholly gripped you now. You know that the longer you go without a taste, the worse your symptoms will become. In truth, you are already feeling a dull achy throbbing in your head; a sure sign of ejaculate withdrawal.

A part of you yet wishes to resist the Mistress, but this addiction may put a stop to all that.

A fiending panic starts to set in as you imagine the Mistress withholding her thick, milky nectar from your needy mouth. You NEED more. How can you hope to resist her now?