"Now, boys," the mistress purrs, "you know the rules. You cum, you eat." The slaves, bound by collars and leashes, nod in understanding. They begin to jerk off, their movements slow and deliberate, their eyes locked on their mistress. She watches, her legs crossed, her fingers tapping impatiently. "Faster," she commands, her voice sharp. They comply, their strokes becoming more urgent. When they finally cum, they hesitate, but a glare from their mistress has them quickly scooping up the cum and swallowing it, their faces twisting in disgust, but they know better than to disobey.