“You call that licking? Get every bit of your tongue into it, scum!”
As the client whines with fearful arousal and lends new urgency to his efforts I feel disgust for him well up within me again.
How can I feel so repelled by this dog, whereas if it was my slave licking my boots I’d undoubtedly be charmed and tickled? Perhaps it’s because Drew would treat this as a holy experience that was an intrinsic honor in itself, and not just as some kind of sleazy foreplay. Ignorant of orgasm he would be motivated purely by love and worship of me and not by some selfish perversion. Moved by disgust and anger to truly give this despicable s**t his due despite my letdown I continue to harangue and belittle him as he works, punctuating my sneering tirade with swat after vicious swat of my crop on his
