Go Big or Go Broke

Remembering what was expected of you the first time, you compliantly crawl over to the domineering demon-woman. She looks down on you, raising her eyebrows in anticipatory interest. You decide that this isn’t the hill to die on. You tell yourself that you can always resist her later, if things get out of hand. Right?

With that in mind, you decide to put on a good show for this mischievous Mistress. Kneeling before her and straightening your back, you look up at her with a beaming smile, and repeat the phrase: “Hello Mistress, how may I serve you today?”

The Mistress gives you an appraising gaze, seeking out any sign of falsehood. The corner of your mouth twitches with trepidation as uncertainty slowly creeps its way into your consciousness.

Her silent assessment lingers for a long while. It's awkward, and humiliating. Your thoughts turn inward, as you self-consciously consider how you might have failed her. Did this pet forget a step? You adjust your hands rigidly in your lap, as you attempt to perfect your form. Did this pet say the words correctly?

Did this pet--wait, what are you thinking? Pet? Where the hell did those thoughts come from? You’re nobody's pet. And, what’s more…

You did everything right, you know that you did. This has to be a test, and you aim to pass. You hold your frame in this humbled position, maintaining eye contact all the while.

After what feels like an anguished eternity, she nods slightly in 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’re making. As a reward, you will be permitted nourishment today.”

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

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 appropriate behavior today. Use that time to prepare yourself for lesson two. See you then, my submissive 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. In truth, when you were promised nourishment, this isn’t exactly what you had in mind…but you’re hungry enough to entertain a taste.

You lift the bowl up to your nose, wafting the air as you do. The smell is pungent, musky, and sweet. You thought you might find it dreadful and overpowering, but instead you feel a deep longing in the pit of your stomach to give it a sample.

You take a nip from the cummy bowl, and immediately experience a surge of euphoric bliss blossoming inside you. The hunger pangs dissipate slightly, and you soon find your nose buried in the sweet, salty ejaculate. You ravenously gulp down torrents of the seed, losing yourself completely to insensate hunger and lust.

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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 wondering what the hell came over you? You idly consider with no small concern whether the Mistress’s cum might be addictive, and you resolve to take care in consuming too much of it moving forward.