Hours went by without Mistress having me do anything further to humiliate myself. Of course, wasn't what I had done today enough already? I was sticky, covered in my now ex-boyfriend's dried cum; I'd spent a good long while sucking what I could from my tits, only able to clean a small portion of myself. The rest just dried, leaving my skin coated with the sticky substance. Out of everything I'd gone through in the last day, I think that kneeling there in the living room, alone with my thoughts, was the worst I'd experienced. It gave me time to consider what I'd been through, to relive those humiliating moments of the past twenty-four hours over and over; coupled with this was the dread of what was to come. I had no idea what Mistress had in mind for the rest of today, or for the rest of the time she decided she wanted to play with me. I daydreamed scenario after scenario, working myself into a cold sweat and hidden panic. Outwardly I was a smiling, cum-soaked slut; on the inside I was a wound up ball of stress and nerves.
The sun was going down by the time Mistress came back into the room. I couldn't see her, as I was left facing the couch and dared not move from that position; I could, however, hear her walking down the stairs, each step groaning softly under her feet.
"How is my beautiful little pet feeling?" Mistress cooed from behind me. Her approach was nigh silent, and I hadn't realized how close she had come until I felt her warm hand on my cold, bare shoulder. I tilted my head back, the serene, dopey smile on my lips not betraying the horror and revulsion I felt on the inside.
"Sticky, Mistress!" My voice was that sickeningly sweet little girl voice she'd insisted that I use. "There's cum on my titties. I tried to clean it off for you, Mistress, but I couldn't reach everywhere." I inwardly cringed at my use of the word titties; she'd had fun last night whispering things into my ear, changing the way I'd speak. Some words were forever beyond my capability to say aloud again, simply because Mistress thought it would be cute if instead of saying 'breasts' I said 'titties', and instead of calling it my 'pussy' I called it my 'cunt'. She also preferred it if I used some kind of descriptor before that. Like my 'slutty cunt' or my 'wet cunt'. Anything to further embarrass and dehumanize me, I guess.
I found my hands moving on automation, trailing up my body and grasping the underside of my breasts. I could feel the stickiness under my fingers as I presented myself to her for inspection. Mistress made a show of leaning down and examining me, glancing me over as if I were some kind of animal. She began to play with my nipples, almost idly, as she looked at the job I'd done of licking myself clean. Despite the disgust I felt, I could sense my pussy growing increasingly wet. I loathed that she'd made me react to her touch so effectively.
"You've done so good, my little pet," Mistress spoke to me in that condescending way of hers. With a final tug to my nipples she let go and took a step back; the sensation made me whimper, both from the pain and the humiliation of craving more of her touch. How desperately I wanted her to keep rolling my hardened nubs between her fingers until my cum cascaded down my thighs. I was still adjusting to squirting every time I orgasmed, and the notion of creating a flood of cum tickled my naughty side.
Mistress moved back to the couch, sitting where she had earlier when she had jerked off my ex-boyfriend and coated me with his seed. "I'm so proud of you," She purred the words to me; despite her clearly speaking down to me, I felt my body reacting with pride; my back straightened and my smile brightened. "You've accepted your role so well. You've said goodbye to your lover, except for his last gift to you." This was said with a chuckle. "And you haven't made one peep of protest. It just reminds me how lucky I am to have chosen you. Mm, my sweet little slave."
Her hands began to unbutton her shirt, slowly and teasingly. I stared straight ahead, watching more of her pale, milky skin come into view as the shirt opened. As she passed the third button, I became aware that Mistress wasn't wearing a bra. I could see the soft lines of Mistress' small breasts coming into view, a teasing portion of skin that left plenty to the imagination. She unbuttoned her shirt completely, leaving it hanging open.
"Have you ever been with another woman, my beautiful little pet?" Mistress asked me as she began to trace her fingers along the curve of her still mostly covered breasts; I watched the movement of her fingertips, and a part of me wished she were doing that to me. The realization made me shiver.
"No, Mistress." I meekly answered, my hands still docilely holding up my breasts for her; I wanted to mime her actions, to tease my own body, but I dared not. My place was to do as I was commanded, not as I wanted to do.
"Mm," She murmured, pulling her shirt away from her right breast, exposing it to the chilly air of the living room. It was much smaller than mine, fitting easily into her palm when she gripped it. Her thumb began to run circles around the nipple; I stared intently, watching it grow hard, contracting into a tight little nub. "Tell me your normal fantasy when you masturbate, then. Certainly even my sweet, adorable pet masturbates?"
"Yes, Mistress." I answer her.
"Good, good." She smirked softly. "Before you tell me what you think about, why don't you tell me how you make yourself cum."
Mistress was openly squeezing her breasts now, one in each hand; they were pressed close together, creating a small amount of cleavage between her little tits. Fingers kneaded while thumbs ran over her hard nipples. She'd let them drop, and bounce slightly against her chest, before starting it all over again.
"I would do it in bed, Mistress, before sleep. I would start out by putting my hand in my pajama pants and gently rubbing my slutty cunt through my panties. I would do that for a little while, kind of teasing myself to build it up and make the release a lot better. And then when I was finally ready for it I would get my vibrator out and pull down my pants. I'd spread my legs as far as I could, Mistress, and start to slid my toy inside of my wet cunt. I would fuck myself and rub my clit until I came like the whore that I am."
Just talking about it made my cheeks flush; it wasn't just that, though. I could feel the moist stickiness growing between my legs. I couldn't believe how aroused I was becoming just from telling her how I masturbate! As I spoke, Mistress dropped her hands from her tits so that she could undo her pants. I watched as, for the first time, she disrobed entirely in front of me. Her crotch was bare, and I could see just how wet she was. Slowly she spread her legs, showing me the small camel toe between her thighs. She started running a finger up and down her slit.
"I bet you thought about men, hm?" Mistress asked me as she slipped a finger inside herself. I meekly nodded in response. "About toned bodies and hard cocks sliding inside of you?"
