It was all done.
I sat on the edge of the fuck machine's mat, body trembling, sweat cooling across my back. I had completed every task Amber gave me. Every checkbox filled, every rule obeyed, every moan swallowed.
The plug inside me still pulsed faintly with the rhythm of my heartbeat. My cage was tighter than ever. My balls ached constantly. My hands shook as I opened the pink notebook and turned to the daily page.
I checked the final box:Daily Tasks Complete ✔
At the bottom of the page was a handwritten note:If you finish everything like a good SISSY, knock on my bedroom door and crawl in. Do not speak. Present yourself. I'll decide how to end your day.
I stood slowly. My thighs ached from holding position for so long. My ass was twitching involuntarily. My cock—what was left of it—throbbed helplessly in its new, smaller cage.
I crawled to Amber's room.
I knocked once, then entered on my hands and knees.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed in a silk robe, scrolling on her phone like this was just another evening. She looked down at me, legs crossed, smiling gently.
"You did it," she said. "Every single task. Even the fuck machine for three hours."
I nodded.
"You know what that means, don't you?"
I swallowed and lowered my head. "You're going to reward me, Mistress?"
She laughed softly.
"No, baby. That means it's time to test your limits. And mine."
She stood, took a step forward, and clipped the leash onto my collar.
"Tonight's task won't go on your checklist. This one is just for us. And for them."
She tugged me forward and led me to the kitchen.
On the table was something that made my breath stop.
A shallow, clear dog bowl. On the inside in big pink letters:"SISSY SLUT'S DINNER BOWL"
Inside was a grayish, viscous mixture. It didn't look appetizing. It looked... filthy.
Amber crouched beside me and cupped my chin.
"This is everything you've leaked in your cage the last week. Everything that dripped out after your fuck machine sessions. I collected it. Froze it. Blended it with milk and protein powder. You're welcome."
I gagged a little, but kept eye contact.
She reached into the fridge and pulled out a sealed bag.
"Also, every used condom from the last two streams. Every guy that came in you or on you is in there."
She poured the contents into the bowl. Thick. White. Sticky.
Then, she topped it off with a squirt of whipped cream and one single pink cherry.
She patted my head.
"You've earned dessert, my little cum dumpster."
I hesitated.
But then I got down, face hovering just over the bowl.
Amber stood back and lifted her phone.
"Smile for the stream, SISSY. Your viewers are going to love watching this."
I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and began to lap.
The taste was rancid. Bitter. Shameful. I almost choked. My whole body shook.
But I didn't stop.
Because this was who I was now. And she was making sure I never forgot it.