Bound and gagged, I await my mistress's return. She's promised a surprise, and I can barely contain my anticipation. My wrists are chafed, my mind races with possibilities. She enters, a wicked grin playing on her lips. 'Time for your surprise, pet,' she purrs, positioning herself over my face. I understand now. I'm to feast on her, to drink her nectar, to swallow her pleasure. She grinds against my mouth, her wetness coating my chin. I'm eager, hungry, desperate to please. She laughs, 'You like that, don't you, my little cum-eater?' I nod, muffled, as she continues her delightful torment.