"Please can I cum?" she begged, kissing the top of my shoe. She was on her hands and knees, her big ass in the air, whimpering at my feet.
"You are so adorable when you beg, pig," I chuckled, ruffling her hair with my free hand. I had a cigarette in the other hand, and the ash was getting long. "Open wide."
She tilted her head up to look at me, and with a grimace opened her mouth. I tapped my ash off on her tongue. Her eyes got watery.
"Quit being such a baby. I didn't burn you, did I?"
She shook her head. Her hair bounced off her cheeks.
"Do you want me to have to get up and go get an ashtray?"
She shook her head again, eyes still tearing up. Now her red lipstick was smeared with gray ash.
"So what is your problem, crybaby?
"Thank you for using me as your ashtray, Sir."
"You don't seem really thankful," I said slowly. "Now what were you saying about cumming?"
"Well, Sir..." she stuttered. "Last night you told me you would make me cum if I... if I..."
"If you what, pig?" I sighed, acting ignorant.
"If I peed in my dish and lapped it up."
Her dog dish, what she used to eat her meals and drink her water when I wanted to watch her crawl. Which, to be fair, was most of the time.
"Did I say that?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Let's check the tape and find out," I said with a playful wink. I grabbed her hair and turned her around, so she was facing the tv on the other wall. "You really are a dirty whore, you know that? You're not even a woman, you're a thing."
"Yes, Sir," she said, head bowed. "Thank you for letting such a pig be your slave, sir."
"Take off my shoes." I said, turning on the power and rewinding the tape. She knelt back down to my feet, and used her teeth to untie my shoes. She grabbed the tongue (of the shoe) in her mouth and pulled it down so I could slip my foot out. Then the other. "Continue, pig."
She used her mouth to pull off my socks. She started to lick my toes and feet. I reached down and smacked her ass hard enough to make her yelp.
"Did I tell you to give me a tongue bath?"
"No, sir."
"I know, pig... you just cant help yourself."
"I thought you would want..."
"Shhhhh. when I want your whore mouth on me, I will tell you. Until then, you are a filthy little slut who should be happy I let her be my ashtray." She opened her mouth again, and I tapped my ash. "Oh, the movie is starting."
The movie was just a short five minute clip.
She was in the kitchen, next to the sink, squatting over her metal doggie dish. I was taping it, and laughing at her as she flushed red and let go a heavy stream of piss. It filled up the dish almost to the rim.
"Are you thirsty, pig?" I asked her from behind the camera.
"Yes, Sir," she squeaked, not wanting to anger me.
"Well then be a good little slave and ask my permission."
She started weeping, tears rolling down her face. It wasn't the first time she had done it, but the videocamera was new, and seemed to heighten her humiliation. Something about me having a permanent record of her debasement.
"Ma...may I... p-p-please have a drink, master?" she whined.
"Of course, pet," I say on the tape.
She lowered her face to the doggie bowl and started to lap at the yellow. Her mouth is contorted in a grimace, her eyes watering, and she gags a little bit.
There is a tight zoom in close-up showing her tears splashing in the piss. It's almost poetic.
Sitting at my feet, watching herself drink piss, she has turned pink from head to toe with embarrassment. Her lips are pressed tightly together, her cheeks burning, but she knows better than to look away.
"Enjoying the movie, my little porn star?" I ask with a laugh.
Back to the tape -- at this point she is gagging too much to drink. My hand comes in from off camera and dunks her face in the urine.
"Finish your desert, piggie, and I'll make you cum," I coo.
At that moment, I press pause. The tape stops, with two crying eyes looking up at the camera, while her mouth and nose are submerged in the doggie bowl.
"What do you know," I say, stopping the tape and turning off the tv. "You were right. I did say that. And did I make you cum?"
