With each stroke of the single-tail I swung as far as I could on the short chain suspending me from a beam in the center of the drafty warehouse. The spotlights above blinded me like an actor from his audience, keeping me guessing as to where the next lick would come from.

It came from behind, causing me to bite down quite hard on the teat of a pink baby bottle held between my parched lips by a spiderweb of leather thongs and steel links. It felt heavy, the yellow liquid within sloshing this way and that as I writhed.

I was doing my best not to imbibe the bottle's contents, but I could not help but squeeze the plastic teat in my mouth. A trickle of my Mistress's nectar passed in, salty and bitter, and I could do nothing but swallow.

It had been explained to me very slowly, so even a man like me could understand:

Somewhere a timer was ticking. When the buzzer sounded, the bottle would be examined. If it was empty I would be declared an insufferable glutton for anything having a source in my Mistress. I would be also declared disobedient and worthless of honors bestowed on me and would be punished accordingly.

Of course, if it was full, I was quite sure I'd be punished for not being grateful for the honor of enjoying my Mistress' gift to me.

That seemed fitting.

Hey there!

This is a Femdom prompt based around humiliation, no-win-scenarios, bondage, and watersports. I quite enjoy those kinks along with a list of others, and would love to discuss the context of this scene with a potential partner before beginning.

I’m comfortable in a lot of messaging styles, thought I find that it’s worked out best in the past when we’re chatting on here or another platform. If you’d prefer longer exchanges via DM, I’m happy to oblige.

Let me know if there’s anything off-limits for you. Personally, I’m not a fan of vore, gore, snuff, beastiality, and underage.

Looking forward to talking!