"You will lick it all up," she demands, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she paces around him. Her voice echoes in his mind, a constant drumbeat of humiliation. He whimpers, but his tongue continues to move, scooping up the evidence of his orgasm from the cold, unforgiving surface. His Mistress watches, her expression unreadable, her satisfaction hidden behind her stern facade. Yet, the sight of her slave, so utterly humbled, so completely under her control, sends a thrill through her, a secret pleasure she'll never admit to.