I unlock the door to my apartment and slowly crack open the door, not sure of what I will find. You have been my slave in training for quite some time now, and although you typically obey Mistress's orders, dearly afraid of the punishment you will receive if you don't, on rare occasions the unruliness in you gets the best of you. Ah. And there you are. Still attached to the refrigerator handle via the thick leather dog collar and chain that has had you restrained for hours. The chain is wrapped around the handle several times so there is barely any room for you to move out of the hands and knees position I left you in without you choking yourself. My poor, pathetic little slave. You greet me with a look of such pleading desperation in your eyes like I have never seen before. See, this is the longest I have left you tied up alone in this position before, with only a bowl for water that you must lap up like a groveling, dehydrated dog. You're naked, and the moment you lay eyes on me I see your puny little cock flex.
"Aren't you going to greet your divine Mistress slave?"
"Yes, yes, Mistress, oh I am so happy to set eyes on you again!" you spill out like an excited little schoolboy waiting for a cookie.
"It doesn't sound like it. Why, oh why, slave, after all of this time worshipping me, can you not manage to please me? For someone that worships the ground I walk on so much, you are sitting there like a worthless piece of shit who is too lazy to even notice my return!"
"Mistress, oh, I am so sorry! Please forgive me. I have been desperately waiting to serve and please you once again. Please allow me to make it up to you Mistress. Please, oh I -"
"Shut up you worthless troll!" I exclaim as I slap you across the face with my left hand, still wearing my latex gloves from earlier. I wouldn't dare touch your filthy, disgusting body with my bare hands. I grab your face by the chin and mouth, yank your neck up to look me in the eye and I spit in your face. You wince and squint, trying to not get any of it in your eyes.
"I know you closed your eyes just so there was more of my delicious spit covering your face so that you can lap it up with your tongue. Stop groveling and start obeying. Now. I know you have been thirsty, so, c'mon, lap up my spit with your tongue. Clean off your face like a good boy." You start licking your face, reaching your tongue as far as it can reach to try and get every last specimen of my flavorful saliva on your tastebuds.
In a patronizing voice I tell you, "There's a good boy. Finally showing some enthusiasm when it comes to devouring anything that comes from his Mistress. I bet my saliva tastes sooooo divine. Almost as delicious as my sweet, succulent pussy and ass tastes, huh? HUH!?"
"Mhm, yes, mhm, yes Mistress," you mumble in the midst of still lapping your face up.
"I. Can't. Hear. You. Tell me how good it tastes before I start to punish you!"
"Oh Mistress! Your spit is divine! I could drink it for the rest of my life! I love the way everything tastes from you!" You say with such energy. But I have seen more enthusiasm from you before. Such a disappointing, worthless slave. Why I even bother keeping you around and training you, I don't even know anymore. Displeased with your lack of adoration, I once grab you by the throat and slam your head up against the refrigerator, taking my other hand and tilting it back so I can really begin to have you taste my spit.
"Open your mouth now!" You obey and I hack up and gather a mucous-y load of spit from the back of my throat and slowly drip the massive wad out of my mouth down your throat, spitting a second wad all over your face.
"If you like the taste of my spit so much, then you can gargle it so the scent of my mouth comes up the back of your throat for days. Gargle it, NOW!" You oblige and then swallow.
