Yes, but under one condition

“…I don’t see why not. Master said I had to eat my cum though, so spit it into my mouth when it happens.”

“No problem!” She says

Still on your knees, you lean back and spread your legs letting your erect cock stick up. With just a moment of hesitation, she crawls towards you on all fours and puts her face up to your crotch. Her tongue starts to lick up from the base to the head and back down. As if she now knows the lay of the land, she goes back up to the head and starts to suck it in earnest. Hands still flat on the ground and using just her mouth like a dutiful pet, albeit lacking some finer skill.

A soft moan escapes your lips but is thankfully lost in the sound of the running water of the shower. Another bonus of the aerosol cocktail your sadistic uncle dreamed up was a heightened sensitivity of the erogenous zones and boy were you feeling it now.

Her naked body sparkled in the morning sun that came through the window she was without clothing, without shame, and without a single hair on her body save for a tightly cropped haircut on her head.

When you came it felt like a slow release compared to the pop of a cork from less than half an hour ago. She made no sound of surprise but wordlessly caught every drop of your seed in her mouth. Then, drawing you into a kiss, gave you all of it. You swallowed, obeying your master’s command even though he was busy elsewhere.

“That was nice, thanks.” She said

“No, thank you.” You reply “can I eat you out to return the favor?”

“I’d love that but no. Mistress keeps strict track of my orgasms. I’m only allowed to cum when she’s watching me.”

“I expect that will change though, at least temporarily since she’s leaving you here for a while.”

“That’s true, but I’d still like to get her direct orders about it.”

“Smart. It’s a bad idea to disobey your mistress. Come on, let’s get you processed.”