On the floor

"Well, if you're so **** and can't control yourself, go ahead, slut." Teresa leaned back on the couch. "Scoot back so you don't get any cum on my couch or clothes."

Eleanor shuffled back on her knees as quickly as she could on the cold tile floor, then sat back on her heels as she jerked her cock, keeping eye contact with her new mistress. She was **** to strip and crawl around on all fours, was beaten and bruised - her heels pressed into her ass cheeks and the pain spiked - and overall treated like an animal...and it was the hottest thing that had ever happened to her.

She didn't take long to cum. Eyes never leaving Teresa's, she came with a moan, bucking her hips into the air and shooting cum all over the tile in front of her. She shuddered as her orgasm ended, then sat panting, cum dripping from her cock and fingers, waiting for orders.

"Good girl," Teresa said. "We'll have to work on your impulse control, but that's okay for your first day." She nodded at the mess on the floor. "Now clean it up."

Eleanor blushed. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Where do you keep you tow-"

"No. No towels. Clean it up yourself. Lick it up."

Ellie went deep red and her eyes widened. "L-lick...?"

"I want the floor spotless. Now."

She couldn't afford to disobey any longer. Without a second more of hesitation, Eleanor was back on all fours, licking up her cum from the floor. Blessedly, the floor seemed to be quite clean, apart from the cum, but she still felt deep shame like she never had before.

But doing a poor job would just make things worse. Eleanor covered the whole section of the floor as thoroughly and she could, until she was sure there wasn't a drop of cum left anywhere outside her own body. She sat back on her haunches, awaiting further orders.