After my Master watched me lick every inch of the metal dog bowl with my soft pink tongue, he had me assume pee position so that I could relieve myself into the very bowl that I ate out of. I pulled hard on my ankles as they pressed against my head and my brain was screaming out in a constantly repeating loop “please let me cum, please let me cum, please let me cum.”
He looked up at me with a broad smile. “Oh god yes Master, the Cunt would love to cum Master.” I knew well enough by now that a simple acknowledgement of my desire would never suffice. Master owns the Cunt’s pee, saliva, pussy juice and if Master desires for the Cunt to lactate, its milk.”
“Good girl,” he said with a smile. The Cunt is completely devoted to its Master and loves its Master.”
He seemed pleased by my answer, especially the unexpected part in which I confessed my love for him. You should feel very proud of yourself.” His words sent a fresh wave of
