Lesson Two

As you lick your wounds and while away the lonely hours of the day, you feel your mind lingering on lascivious thoughts; thoughts that heretofore would have radically repulsed you. Your eyes shift lustfully toward the dog bowl as you recall with meticulous clarity the taste, texture, and smell of the Mistress’s jism.

You feel disgusted with yourself for even entertaining a desire for the substance. That woman beat the hell out of you, and now you’re longingly fantasizing about her creamy loads?

The potent effect that it had on your mind after a single dose speaks to its efficacious quality. You must take care in consuming too much of it moving forward. But how?

As you contemplate how to balance your need for sustenance and your **** desire to avoid addiction, you see the domineering silhouette of the Mistress strut into view. She is unsurprisingly accompanied by her guards, as she once more opens and swiftly enters your cell. You notice that she is carrying a black bag in her left hand.

Instinctively, you shy away as she strides confidently to the center of the room. She looks impatiently at your naked, abused body, motioning you forward.

You slowly slink your way over, kneeling before her in a show of false submission. You once more straighten your posture, flash her a puffy, swollen smile, and state the words:

“Hello Mistress, how may I serve you today?” As the words exit your mouth, you find yourself feeling slightly altered in some way. You spoke the words with the same feigned fervor as before, but your performance comes off more naturally this time; disturbingly so, in fact.

The Mistress nods with slow approval in her golden, glowing eyes. “You’re learning. Good.”

You feel sick with pride and humiliation as the Mistress smirks down on you. She grips your jaw firmly and tilts your gaze up to hers.

“You likely yet think yourself a pretender, but your true nature will be revealed here.”

She flashes you a toothy grin as her tongue darts over her shapely lips. “The sooner that happens, the better.”

“So, say it again.” She punctuates this command with a forceful slam of her boot on the stone floor.

You feel the unbidden rush of adrenaline course through your body. You do your best to maintain your composure and suppliant posture, as you stare into your demanding Mistress’s expectant eyes.

You swallow your apprehension, and dutifully repeat the phrase before even considering the consequences: “Hello Mistress, how may I serve you today?”

“Well done, pet.” The Mistress’s spade-tipped tail flicks back and forth happily as she begins to remove her tight-fitting booty shorts. “Now that you’ve mastered lesson one, you can begin learning how to answer that question.”

You cringe at what that might entail, as her half-masted member flops out suddenly from her shorts, a scant few inches from your face.

She lecherously regards your impressed expression as her engorged phallus bobs suggestively in the air. The smell is intoxicating, and you can barely contain your growing compulsion to lick up the glob of precum slowly pooling from the tip.

She runs her practiced, forceful fingers through your hair as you lustfully inspect her burgeoning organ.

“You gave in after one single beating. A truly pathetic show of defiance.” She grabs her large cock and rubs it across your face, smearing it full of precum.

“You might be even more of a submissive slut than I thought.” She giggles huskily as you furrow your brow in shame. “Perhaps you just need a little encouragement.”

She points down at her throbbing member, as you slowly comprehend her insinuation.

“Suck.”

She contorts your face tightly in her grip until you meet her gaze.

“Suck me dry, slut…”

She leers at you with a sudden terrifying cruelty. “Or I’ll show you the true meaning of pain.”

Your eyes drift back down to the mesmerizing motion of the Mistress’s swaying girl-cock.

Suck…that? Would it even fit? You’ve never sucked a cock before. Would you be any good at it? You attempt to shake the thoughts from your mind.

You have to balance nourishment against this bitch’s corrupt influence, but can you really defy her again so soon? Perhaps it would be wiser to submit now and save yourself a lot of pain later…

The Mistress looks disdainfully down at you, as you struggle with your decision.