Kindly Decline

Kneeling before her, naked as you are, you inspect the Mistress’s precummy phallus with intense embarrassment. Your face reddens as you imagine yourself swallowing the entirety of its length.

You shake the thoughts from your mind. N-no, no way! Put that thing down my throat? It would ruin me!

You look up at the expectant Mistress. Her golden, glowing eyes instill in you equal parts fear and a need to serve, but this is all moving too fast. You exceeded her expectations right from the start, hoping that it would earn you some leniency. Perhaps it's time to cash in on her good graces.

You adopt a conciliatory tone and look abashedly up at her. “M-Mistress, I’ve never done something like that before…please don’t make me do it. I’m not ready yet, and I’ve only just arrived! Can’t we start off with something simpler? P-please?”

She frowns, as a deep look of dissatisfaction crosses her face. The Mistress puts her hands on her hips and stares deeply into your downtrodden eyes. “You disappoint me, pet.”

You look away in shame, and struggle to maintain your suppliant posture.

“After that excellent performance in lesson one, I thought you might truly be something special.”

She grips your face with her firm fingers and forces you to look into her eyes.

“But it turns out that you’re just another basic bitch.”

You feel your courage slink away as you begin to intensely regret your decision.

“I’ll give you one day, slut. One more day to gather up the stomach to serve as you are bid. It's very rare that I let a **** off with a warning. Consider it my way of acknowledging your potential; a potential you seem intent to squander.”

She shoves you away and you fall back onto your ass. The Mistress begins to don her booty shorts once more, leering at you all the while.

You know that you must try to salvage the situation before things get even worse.

“Thank you, Mistress. I apologize for my poor behavior. Please allow me to make it up to you next time.”

She sighs heavily and inspects your unimpressive, suppliant presence for several long moments. The thought crosses your mind that you might have just made her even more upset, but eventually she gives you an annoyed nod.

“This process is more difficult for some. You seem to be confused about your position here, so allow me to enlighten. You are a ****, and you will do as you are told from now on without question.”

She sneers at you and slams her boot unexpectedly into the stone floor, causing you to flinch.

You snap to attention and nod half-heartedly, taking in the sickening truth of her words.

“Trust me, little pet. You don’t want to experience how I handle disobedient sluts. See you tomorrow.”

With that, she turns on her heels and exits the room in a huff, leaving you once more naked and alone in this dreary, depressing place.

It seems that whatever bridge you built with your exceedingly good performance in lesson one has officially gone up in flames. You know that you will have to succumb to her facial abuses tomorrow, or potentially experience an even more terrifying punishment.

You crawl to the corner of the room and spend some time lamenting your fate. You have a lot to consider, and not a whole lot of time to do it.