Give Into Her Demands

Yes, it is.

You cannot take another beating like the one you received previously. Whatever awaits you on the other end of lesson two, 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 can barely move, strapped as you are to the pillory, but you crane your head up as best you can and prepare your half-hearted apology.

You flash her a puffy, 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. “This pet knows that he is nothing more than a slut living for your pleasure. Please allow this pet to be released from the pillory, so that he might complete lesson two to your satisfaction.”

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’ve finally come to terms with what you are. As a show of good faith, I will permit you to complete lesson two today.”

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

The guards approach you and remove you from your painful position in the pillory. You immediately collapse under the weight of your own exhaustion, and the guards haul you to your feet.

They drop you nonchalantly before the Mistress; your abused ass stinging terribly as it strikes the stone floor. She looks down on you with expectant, lecherous eyes, as you haul your battered body to a submissive, kneeling position.

The Mistress once more strips off her booty shorts in front of you, revealing a musky, half-masted phallus.

You shamefully inspect the appetizing, leaky cock bobbing mere inches from your face.

You feel disgusted with yourself as arousal builds within you over the thought of this new degradation.

Are you really the kind of guy who gobbles big, throbbing girl-cocks at the drop of a hat? Are you nothing more than a jizz-hungry piece of subservient meat who merely lives for the Mistress’s cum?

You shake the thoughts from your mind as you stare past her massive member and into the Mistress’s golden eyes. You know that her gaze has a sort of hypnotic quality, but you can’t help but wonder if the thoughts aren’t really your own.

Either way, does it matter? You’re trapped here, and no amount of self-pity is going to change that. You decide to take matters into your own hands--or in this case, your own mouth. You need to make the best of a bad situation, and that starts with earning back a little of this woman’s trust.

The Mistress looks at you with lecherous, impatient eyes. “Well? Get on with it. Suck me, slut. Suck me dry.”

Resignedly, you turn your attention back to her precummy phallus and eye it with hungry need. Gritting your teeth, you nod your swollen face dutifully and reply:

“Yes Mistress, of course.”

Wasting little time, you begin sucking the tip of her pulsating penis, coaxing out rivulets of salty, tasty precum onto your needy tongue.

“Such a docile slut. And to think, all it took was a good smacking…” She roughly rubs your cheek as you lick the undercarriage of her cock. “Don’t you dare even think of biting me, you little bitch. It’ll be the last time you have teeth.”

You look up at her with cautious eyes as you slowly attempt to guide her prodigious length further into your moist mouth. As the tip of her cock presses against the entry of your throat, you feel your gag reflex instantly kick in. Your hands instinctively feel driven to push the offending member away, and they move to the Mistress’s thighs.

She slaps your hands away. “Uh uh uhh, slut. Never touch me without consent. Understand?”

You nod, gagging on her massive member, seeing stars and hoping she will relent.

You dry heave slightly as she withdraws her sizable organ from your mouth and pushes you back. Strands of saliva cling to her cock and linger upon your lips as you take in the new experience.

“Get used to that feeling. You’re going to be doing a lot of this moving forward.” She waits impatiently as you gather yourself for the coming oral ****.

“Yes Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”

She looks visibly annoyed by your lack of initiation. “Anything to say, ****? You were so talkative yesterday…”

“No Mistress.” You neutrally reply.

She points down to her throbbing erection. “Then finish what you started.”

You wrap your lips tightly around her engorged organ, creating a seal-tight suction. Attempting to calm your nerves, you pause momentarily to inhale deeply through your nose.

Deciding to waste no more time, you begin taking her length as far down your throat as possible.

Your eyes go wide as it pushes past your uvula and into the deeper recesses of your throat. Your head withdraws instinctively from the invading organ, but you rally your nerves and **** it back down.

You continue to send the length of her cock further and further down your throat until finally you bottom out and feel your chin pressed against her balls.

Did you really just take the whole thing? Your face reddens with embarrassment and a lack of oxygen, as you quickly withdraw, coughing and hacking spittle all over your naked body.

She claps slowly as she regards you with a thrilled, wicked smile. “You’re already deepthroating my entire length like a proper cocksucker. I knew you had it in you.”

She rubs her sticky, saliva-covered member across your face in a display of dominant affection.

“But you still haven’t made me cum. We’re not finished here until I do, understand?”

Catching your breath and swallowing hard, you nod to her with resigned acknowledgement. You take in the heady scent of her cock as you prepare to suck the Mistress off in earnest.

A dollop of precum begins pooling from her tip and dribbling onto your thighs. Unbidden, growing arousal grips you as you feel her precum and your own saliva slowly flow down your wet body.

You lap at the head of her cock and ingest the sticky fluid. The heavenly taste throws you over the edge, as you recklessly impale your throat upon her considerable length.

You piston your head back and forth in quick, succinct motions, occasionally bringing the entire length down your throat. The abused, squelching noises of your mouth noticeably seem to quicken her arousal.

She never grips your hair or forces you to take on more than you can handle, seemingly content to watch you miserably manipulate her massive member with unpracticed abandon.

The need for nourishment drives you onward, as you look up at the Mistress to gauge her arousal. She’s close, you can tell.

You redouble your efforts, pounding her engorged organ deep into your wet, awaiting mouth.

She coos with delightful satisfaction. “Almost there, pet. Don’t stop now…”

You begin massaging the undercarriage of her cock with your thirsty tongue as you continue to plunge her deep into the recesses of your throat.

She lets out a husky, pleasure-filled groan as she runs her lithe fingers through your hair. “I’m about to cum, little pet. Go on, take me all the way.”

You do just that.

Gripping your hair tightly, she bottoms out the entirety of her length down your throat. The Mistress moans with deep satisfaction as you feel her begin to fill your stomach with potent seed.

Your vision starts to fade as she holds you in that painful position for several agonizing seconds. The moment threatens to stretch on for an eternity as she plasters the insides of your stomach with an unending torrent of ejaculate.

Finally, as you feel yourself nearly black out, she releases you from her grip. You reel away immediately, hacking and desperately inhaling. You fall backward on your ass as you attempt to recover from the edges of unconsciousness.

The Mistress lets out a sigh of relief and scoffs at your novice display. She impatiently waits for you to find your ground, as you once more groggily get into your kneeling, subservient posture.

You look up at her, still catching your breath. She shakes her head and once more points down at her cock. “You’re not finished.”

You see more succulent seed slowly flowing from the head of her cock, and you shamefully move to suck it all out.

She chuckles and slowly strokes herself a few times, feeding you every last drop.

“Open your mouth and show me. Did you swallow it all like a good slut?”

You feel humiliated as you stick your tongue out to reveal that you did indeed swallow all of her thick spunk…

“You performed admirably for your first time. With some practice, you will doubtlessly become a superb cocksucker.”

“We need to work on that attitude of yours, though. It leaves a lot to be desired.”

You nod with embarrassment as you shift your gaze guiltily away.

She gently ruffles your hair in a moment of subtle affection.

“I trust this meal will satiate you for the time being. I’m giving you the day off tomorrow, as a reward for your adequate performance today. Use that time to prepare for lesson three.”

“Thank you Mistress.” You say, as she dons her booty shorts once more.

Her piercing, golden gaze regards you for a moment with an unknown look. You hope that she isn’t concocting some horrible plan for your future.

Eventually, she wordlessly turns on her heels and exits the cell, leaving you once more naked and alone.

You crawl over to the corner of the room and contemplate what just happened. You try to cool your wild arousal as you attempt to adopt a rational mind.

The full feeling in your stomach is something that you haven’t experienced in a long time. Despite this fact, you feel sickened with yourself for giving into your own cowardice.

You’ve painfully completed two lessons so far. While that’s quite an achievement, you doubt that the Mistress will show you much leniency, should you attempt to challenge her in lesson three. You spend the night considering how to handle the Mistress moving forward.