A Salty, Creamy Breakfast!

Momma circled me as she inspected me. She cupped and grabbed, pulled and felt parts of my body as she evaluated me "I'm happy you're sticking to the meal and workout plans. It keeps your figure well perserved, honey" I nodded staring at the floor then at her heels when she stood infront of me. I dare not look in Momma's eyes when I'm being punished, she ties me up and leaves bent in different ways, not able to move she says even though it's a punishment I should get used to it, it might happen in the future, at different places with different people. The thought made me shudder, how would that happen elsewhere?

"Your body is perfect for use, isn't darling?" she spoke with a matter of factly tone as she cupped my ass cheeks over my dress "you fill out the dress perfectly, from what I feel, your body is perfect to grab" I didn't reply, I just nodded at her

Oooh...

A moan, more like a whisper escaped my lips as she pressed on my buttplug, it tickled my anus as well as pressured the places my last one never did.

Momma retrieved a gallon of white liquid the contents of which I could not make out. She poured it in a glass and placed it on the counter top in front of me "from this day forward, you are to drink this every morning, get used to the taste and smell. The taste WILL take getting used to which you WILL get used to..." she stopped for a moment and sniffed the liquid "... I thought it wouldn't have such a... Lovely smell. You WILL get used to the smell too. If you ever want to be relieved of a punishment for 30 minutes then you must beg me to allow you to smear this on a single bodypart, an extra 30 minutes if you lube up your plug with it " her orders were etching themselves into my brain, she has this way of talking, her voice becomes soft and hypnotic. She was taking some classes in hypnosis and told me it didn't interest her but I feel like she's still taking them. Either way her suggestions become orders I simply can't ignore.