"So what are you waiting for, worthless slave?" snapped Mistress Michelle as she stared down at the naked man kneeling before her, a disgusted look on her beautiful face. His cock, once hard and proud, now hung limp between his legs, a pathetic sight.
She slowly unzipped her tight leather skirt, revealing her thong-clad crotch to him. "Since you seem to prefer dressing in women's underwear, I'll give you what you want," she growled, pushing the slave's face towards her. He whimpered as he felt her wetness against his lips, but he dared not protest.
"Show me how much you love this, you disgusting little pervert," she hissed, slapping his face hard. The sound echoed through the room, and tears filled the slave's eyes as he tried to move away from her powerful grip. She laughed cruelly, maintaining her hold on him.
"Now open your mouth wide," she commanded, pushing against his lips with her thumb. The slave obeyed instinctively, his mouth gaping open in anticipation of what was to come. A shiver ran down his spine as he felt her hot saliva dripping onto his tongue, tasting bitter and metallic.
"Swallow it all," she hissed, releasing her grip on his face for a moment. The slave closed his eyes, bowing his head as he swallowed the warm, viscous liquid. He felt her smile of satisfaction on his cheek before she slapped him again, harder this time.
"That's better," she purred, her voice almost sweet now. "Now let's see what else you can do for me."
Mistress Michelle stepped back, grabbed a pitcher of water from a table nearby, and poured it over the slave's head. He sputtered and coughed, trying to escape the icy water, but she kept holding him firmly in place.
"I bet you'd like this even more, huh?" she purred, her voice dripping with cruel sarcasm. She grabbed his long hair, lifting his head off the floor and forcing him to look at her.
"Now, open your mouth again," she ordered, her voice dangerously quiet. The slave obeyed meekly, his heart racing in his chest as he braced himself for another round of humiliation.
Mistress Michelle shook her head, a disgusted look on her face. "Pathetic," she muttered under her breath, before grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking his head back. He let out a muffled scream as she spat directly into his open mouth, the saliva hot and unwelcome on his tongue.
She stepped back then, towering over him as he lay there, hair stuck to his sweaty forehead and face, cum-drenched thong on his face. "That should teach you a lesson about wanting to be a worthless slave," she snarled, her high heels clicking on the floor as she turned and walked away. The sound echoed in the slave's ears long after she'd disappeared from his sight.
