Bad end: Desideratum [D]emonica

You knew you should've left. Run away. Run somewhere. Even getting caught by the guards had to preferable to whatever the hell was going on here.

"Of course mistress," you say entranced, despite yourself. Finally your legs were able to move again. As you wished earlier, you approached the door. Though unlike your previous desires, you didn't vacate through it. Instead, you locked the door as mistress wanted.

"That's a good pet," your mistress remarked, a remark that sent a wave of pleasure throughout you. You must have been under some kind of spell or hypnosis, because even such meagre praise almost had you orgasming on the spot.

"Now, you can take over," she added, removing her hands from her genitals and instead taking them to her breasts, tweaking her nipples while her dick throbbed. As you approached, it became hard to tell what you were really enslaved to. Her, or her beautiful, beautiful cock.

Dropping to your knees, it pleased you to see mistress smile. Her hand reaching down onto your head to gently push you towards her dick. Not that you needed the encouragement! Behind, a hand rattled at the door in. Thankfully you locked it so no one would be disturbing mistress.

Gripping it, you knew this was too much of a delicacy, too much of a privilege, to jump straight in. Instead, you brought it to your face and dragged your nose along its length.

That was it. After your first sniff you knew your fate was sealed forever. Your only name was pet now. Your only objective was to serve. The smell was enough for you to climax on your own but that didn't matter. Your pleasure didn't matter, only mistress's pleasure was of importance now.

With precum webbing your nostrils, and ensuring you got enough of her smell into you as possible, you moved on, gently rubbing the head of the majestic phallus across your lips, teasing what was to come.

It seemed she didn't like waiting. Since her hand was still on your head, it took mistress little effort to pull you in with ****, ending your foreplay and forcing you to take her entire length down your throat. Breathing didn't matter to you. Dying with this cock down your throat was such a bliss you would welcome it.

Your mistress had other ideas, withdrawing and pulling her dick, now drenched in saliva out of your mouth, allowing you a quick breath before she plunged it back in.

"That's a good pet," she moaned as another hand was placed on your head, and more **** was applied. At this point, you were less sucking her cock than she was masterbating into your throat. You didn't mind. Mistress seemed happy, and you were getting her intoxicating dick.

Once you were used to the rhythm she removed her hands to return to her own nipples. You continued on as a dutiful pet.

"Oh yeah, that's it. That's it. Just a little... more, YES," she shouted as cum erupted from her penis, enough that, despite wanting every drop, streams of it dribbled out the corners of your cheeks.

That wouldn't do, you thought, and after swallowing the honey tasting ejaculate, you shamelessly dropped to the floor and began to lap up the small puddle.

It seemed mistress liked this a lot, as while you lapped it up she reached around and began to massage your holes.

"You're going to be such a wonderful pet," she exclaimed, picking you up before sinking you down on her huge dick, now well lubricated by your throat. You immediately began to piston yourself up and down its length, doing whatever it takes to earn another few words of approval from her.

Afterwords, a collar was wrapped around your neck, connected to a leash that rarely left your mistress's side. It was purely aesthetic, for it was your mind that was truly collared. You never did find out what your mistress was. But that's okay. Asking questions and knowing things are for people, and you're not a person.

You're a pet, a toy, an eager, submissive tool of pleasure. It was perfect.