Although I said I’d be an hour I got distracted looking up cooking recipes so it was closer to four hours before I finally got back to Angela. A fact that I was quickly reminded of.
“This is barbaric.” She shouted as I entered the room. “You’ve kept me here for four hours without so much as a glass of water.”
“Calm down.” I replied delicately. “I brought you some food.”
As I displayed the Salad to Angela she looked at it cautiously.
“This isn’t a trick is it? You haven’t put sleeping pills in it or something?”
I laughed. “Of course not, it’s just a nice healthy salad.”
“I guess I could try some...”
I placed the plate on the bed then handed her a fork.
She tried not to appear too eager but she was obviously starving, after a couple of careful bites she quickly started eating the meal at a more reasonable pace, without even trying to hide how much she enjoyed it. About half way through she paused.
“What is this dressing?” She asked. “It’s a little bitter but it really brings out the flavour.”
I smiled. “That’s my cum.”
She looked at me in disbelief. “You’re… you’re joking, right?”
I shook my head. “Nope, your flirting made me so hard that I just had to jerk off, and since I know how much enjoyed the last lot of cum I deposited in your throat, I thought you might like another.”
Suddenly she started scraping her tongue with her teeth in an attempt to get rid of the taste.
“I thought you liked it.” I said mockingly.
“That was before I knew it was your semen!”
I looked at her with disappointment before grabbing a hold of her ponytail and pulling her head back once again.
“I’m sorry.” She begged. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“You’re going to finish that salad and then you’re going to lick the plate clean do you understand?”
She nodded as best she could. “Yes...”
“Good.” I said as I let her go.
With a slight hesitation she took another fork of the salad and raised it to her mouth. “Do I really have to---”
“Yes.” I snapped.
She sighed before taking the food into her mouth. She was visibly unhappy about being forced to eat food that was coated in my jizz but she still did so without any further complaints. Every mouthful was slow and cautious and she scrunched her face up constantly yet somehow she managed to eat every piece.
“Now lick the plate clean.” I demanded.
She looked up at me with wide blue eyes and a pout but I didn’t relent.
“Now.” I ordered.
Slowly her tongue inched closer to the plate, which was almost completely covered in my cum, as soon as it made contact she shivered as the taste of cold, bitter semen filled her mouth. Gradually she ran her tongue up the plate, taking more of the cum into her mouth. Once she had a mouthful she paused for a moment, closed her eyes and then swallowed. As she did so I gently patted her on the head.
“Good Girl.” I said proudly.
For a split second she smiled at the compliment before catching herself and returning to her unhappy demeanour.
She slurped up the rest of the semen surprisingly quickly though and left the plate completely spotless, then she swallowed the last mouthful of cum with almost no reaction before displaying the inside of her mouth as proof. I affectionately ran my hand down her cheek before stopping at her chin. Gently I tilted her head back, for no reason other that to show that I could. She showed no signs of resistance and kept her head in the exact spot that I was holding it in, even though it was clearly uncomfortable for her.
Keeping her head bent backwards I looked down at her. “Now, do you want your reward?”
She seemed unsure but after a moment of doubt she smiled. “Yes please.”
Lightly I took my hand from her chin and ran it down her neck, then to her breasts which I gently brushed past on the way to her stomach, Then finally I reached her pants. Slowly I slide my hand into her underwear.
“Lace Panties.” I remarked. “You were expecting me to fuck you, weren’t you.”
“Yes...” She whispered under her breathe.
As my hand went further down I could feel a small patch of pubic hair. “Landing strip?” I asked in a demeaning tone.
“No.” She replied before saying something so quietly that I couldn’t make it out.
“What was that?” I asked.
“I said… it’s a love heart.”
“I’m sorry what?”
Her cheeks turned red. “It’s not a landing strip it’s a love heart.”
I had to hold myself back from laughing. “Are you telling me that your pubes are shaped like a heart?”
She looked down. “Yes...”
“You really are a slut aren’t you?”
She didn’t respond though her mouth seemed to say ‘yes’ silently.
After briefly running my hand across Angela’s pubic hair to confirm that it really was shaped like a love heart, I went even lower, stopping at the lips of her pussy and just like you’d expect from a submissive slut like Mercy, she was soaking wet.
“Are you really that horny?” I mocked.
“Please, just do it already.”
“I will, but first I just want to know what’s got you so aroused.”
Angela said nothing but let out a quiet whimper as a rubbed my finger between the lips of her pussy.
Abruptly I stopped to question her. “I just don’t get it, I locked you in this room for four hours, then I come back and force you to eat my cum, and now you’re turned on? Does that mean that you’re actually enjoying this?”
“No, of course I---”
“Don’t lie to me Angela, only a truly depraved slut like you would get so horny from such humiliating treatment.”
She looked down, trying to hide her embarrassment. “Please.” She whispered. “Just make me feel good...”
There was no way that I could deny such a request, especially with my hand already down her pants. So, I slowly began teasing her, in the same way that she’d done to me earlier. With almost no force at all I pushed my middle finger inside of her, just deep enough for her to feel it, then I ran my two inner fingers against her labia, tickling her both inside and out.
I could tell from her frustrated expression that she wanted more but was too ashamed to ask for it, so I continued teasing her, giving her just enough stimulation to keep her aroused without ever getting close to an orgasm. I kept going for several minutes as she became more flustered and desperate for release, then finally I lent next to her and whispered “Do you want my cock?”
“Yes.” She shouted.
“Then put these on.” I said, pulling a pair of steel handcuffs from my back pocket.
Angela took the cuffs from me but hesitated to put them on. As she looked at me with confusion I pushed my finger deeper inside of her, causing her to let out another lustful whimper.
“Okay...” She cried before tightening the cuff around her left hand.
As she attempted to lock up her free hand I started rapidly thrusting my finger in and out of her causing her to lose focus. She began biting her lip as the sudden pleasure became too much for her.
“Please just, ahhh, one, ahhh moment.” She pleaded in-between moans.
But I didn’t relent and kept fingering her as she struggled to put the handcuffs on. After countless failed attempts though she finally managed to wrap it around her wrist and tighten it.
“I did it!” She said proudly.
As soon as she did, I removed my hand from her dripping wet cunt, before wiping the liquid against her face.
“What are you doing?” She asked in a panic as her own juices ran down her face.
I didn’t respond and instead walked around to the bedside drawers, opening the bottom draw I pulled out a second pair of handcuffs.
“What are you... what are you doing with those?” Angela inquired.
Again I ignored her question.
As I walked up to her I grabbed a hold of the handcuffs that she had foolishly put on herself and yanked them forward, forcing her to step forwards as well. Then I pulled them again and again, each time more forceful than the last. With every pull Angela struggled to stay on her feet before falling down on the final one.
As she knelt on the floor, I connected the second set of handcuffs to the ones around her wrists and then locked them to the bedpost. Once I was sure that were properly tightened I gave Angela a gentle tap on the cheek then went to leave the room.
“Please...” She begged. “Please just fuck me already.”
“Tomorrow.” I said as I switched the light off and closed the door.
“This is barbaric.” She shouted as I entered the room. “You’ve kept me here for four hours without so much as a glass of water.”
“Calm down.” I replied delicately. “I brought you some food.”
As I displayed the Salad to Angela she looked at it cautiously.
“This isn’t a trick is it? You haven’t put sleeping pills in it or something?”
I laughed. “Of course not, it’s just a nice healthy salad.”
“I guess I could try some...”
I placed the plate on the bed then handed her a fork.
She tried not to appear too eager but she was obviously starving, after a couple of careful bites she quickly started eating the meal at a more reasonable pace, without even trying to hide how much she enjoyed it. About half way through she paused.
“What is this dressing?” She asked. “It’s a little bitter but it really brings out the flavour.”
I smiled. “That’s my cum.”
She looked at me in disbelief. “You’re… you’re joking, right?”
I shook my head. “Nope, your flirting made me so hard that I just had to jerk off, and since I know how much enjoyed the last lot of cum I deposited in your throat, I thought you might like another.”
Suddenly she started scraping her tongue with her teeth in an attempt to get rid of the taste.
“I thought you liked it.” I said mockingly.
“That was before I knew it was your semen!”
I looked at her with disappointment before grabbing a hold of her ponytail and pulling her head back once again.
“I’m sorry.” She begged. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“You’re going to finish that salad and then you’re going to lick the plate clean do you understand?”
She nodded as best she could. “Yes...”
“Good.” I said as I let her go.
With a slight hesitation she took another fork of the salad and raised it to her mouth. “Do I really have to---”
“Yes.” I snapped.
She sighed before taking the food into her mouth. She was visibly unhappy about being forced to eat food that was coated in my jizz but she still did so without any further complaints. Every mouthful was slow and cautious and she scrunched her face up constantly yet somehow she managed to eat every piece.
“Now lick the plate clean.” I demanded.
She looked up at me with wide blue eyes and a pout but I didn’t relent.
“Now.” I ordered.
Slowly her tongue inched closer to the plate, which was almost completely covered in my cum, as soon as it made contact she shivered as the taste of cold, bitter semen filled her mouth. Gradually she ran her tongue up the plate, taking more of the cum into her mouth. Once she had a mouthful she paused for a moment, closed her eyes and then swallowed. As she did so I gently patted her on the head.
“Good Girl.” I said proudly.
For a split second she smiled at the compliment before catching herself and returning to her unhappy demeanour.
She slurped up the rest of the semen surprisingly quickly though and left the plate completely spotless, then she swallowed the last mouthful of cum with almost no reaction before displaying the inside of her mouth as proof. I affectionately ran my hand down her cheek before stopping at her chin. Gently I tilted her head back, for no reason other that to show that I could. She showed no signs of resistance and kept her head in the exact spot that I was holding it in, even though it was clearly uncomfortable for her.
Keeping her head bent backwards I looked down at her. “Now, do you want your reward?”
She seemed unsure but after a moment of doubt she smiled. “Yes please.”
Lightly I took my hand from her chin and ran it down her neck, then to her breasts which I gently brushed past on the way to her stomach, Then finally I reached her pants. Slowly I slide my hand into her underwear.
“Lace Panties.” I remarked. “You were expecting me to fuck you, weren’t you.”
“Yes...” She whispered under her breathe.
As my hand went further down I could feel a small patch of pubic hair. “Landing strip?” I asked in a demeaning tone.
“No.” She replied before saying something so quietly that I couldn’t make it out.
“What was that?” I asked.
“I said… it’s a love heart.”
“I’m sorry what?”
Her cheeks turned red. “It’s not a landing strip it’s a love heart.”
I had to hold myself back from laughing. “Are you telling me that your pubes are shaped like a heart?”
She looked down. “Yes...”
“You really are a slut aren’t you?”
She didn’t respond though her mouth seemed to say ‘yes’ silently.
After briefly running my hand across Angela’s pubic hair to confirm that it really was shaped like a love heart, I went even lower, stopping at the lips of her pussy and just like you’d expect from a submissive slut like Mercy, she was soaking wet.
“Are you really that horny?” I mocked.
“Please, just do it already.”
“I will, but first I just want to know what’s got you so aroused.”
Angela said nothing but let out a quiet whimper as a rubbed my finger between the lips of her pussy.
Abruptly I stopped to question her. “I just don’t get it, I locked you in this room for four hours, then I come back and force you to eat my cum, and now you’re turned on? Does that mean that you’re actually enjoying this?”
“No, of course I---”
“Don’t lie to me Angela, only a truly depraved slut like you would get so horny from such humiliating treatment.”
She looked down, trying to hide her embarrassment. “Please.” She whispered. “Just make me feel good...”
There was no way that I could deny such a request, especially with my hand already down her pants. So, I slowly began teasing her, in the same way that she’d done to me earlier. With almost no force at all I pushed my middle finger inside of her, just deep enough for her to feel it, then I ran my two inner fingers against her labia, tickling her both inside and out.
I could tell from her frustrated expression that she wanted more but was too ashamed to ask for it, so I continued teasing her, giving her just enough stimulation to keep her aroused without ever getting close to an orgasm. I kept going for several minutes as she became more flustered and desperate for release, then finally I lent next to her and whispered “Do you want my cock?”
“Yes.” She shouted.
“Then put these on.” I said, pulling a pair of steel handcuffs from my back pocket.
Angela took the cuffs from me but hesitated to put them on. As she looked at me with confusion I pushed my finger deeper inside of her, causing her to let out another lustful whimper.
“Okay...” She cried before tightening the cuff around her left hand.
As she attempted to lock up her free hand I started rapidly thrusting my finger in and out of her causing her to lose focus. She began biting her lip as the sudden pleasure became too much for her.
“Please just, ahhh, one, ahhh moment.” She pleaded in-between moans.
But I didn’t relent and kept fingering her as she struggled to put the handcuffs on. After countless failed attempts though she finally managed to wrap it around her wrist and tighten it.
“I did it!” She said proudly.
As soon as she did, I removed my hand from her dripping wet cunt, before wiping the liquid against her face.
“What are you doing?” She asked in a panic as her own juices ran down her face.
I didn’t respond and instead walked around to the bedside drawers, opening the bottom draw I pulled out a second pair of handcuffs.
“What are you... what are you doing with those?” Angela inquired.
Again I ignored her question.
As I walked up to her I grabbed a hold of the handcuffs that she had foolishly put on herself and yanked them forward, forcing her to step forwards as well. Then I pulled them again and again, each time more forceful than the last. With every pull Angela struggled to stay on her feet before falling down on the final one.
As she knelt on the floor, I connected the second set of handcuffs to the ones around her wrists and then locked them to the bedpost. Once I was sure that were properly tightened I gave Angela a gentle tap on the cheek then went to leave the room.
“Please...” She begged. “Please just fuck me already.”
“Tomorrow.” I said as I switched the light off and closed the door.
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Angela smiled as I answered. “It’s nice to meet you Mister…?”
“Mr. Abraham.”
She looked down. “Sorry, I just have a lot of names to remember.”
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