Master calls me to her side as she lies in bed, reading or looking at her phone, or watching TV.
When I arrive by her bedside she offers me a choice. As a treat, she tells me that she’ll remove her top and her cage, and then allow me to masturbate onto her stomach. But if I agree to this, I must cum, and then I must lick it all up and swallow it, followed by a warm cloth to clean her up fully. I’m then to secure her cock back in its cage, curl up next to her, and recount every thought I had as I masturbated. I’m to leave nothing out. Other women, depraved fucking, she wants to hear what went through my mind as I jerked off, and especially as I crested and orgasmed. If I fail to cum within 10 minutes, to eat all I ejaculated, or to clean her up fully, she’ll whip me as passionately and severely as if she’d just found me with another woman.
…Or I can get on with my chores and forget the whole thing. Choices…
But I’m a weak male and I really have no choice in the matter.
