“You disgustingly weak, treacherous pile of excrement! Aiko was right about you all along. And here I once thought you were husband material! How could I have been so deluded? Clearly you need a refresher in discipline. You want booze? Fine: you shall have it. Kneel in a properly submissive kowtow slave, with your ass up high and your face down on the floor. Then lick up the mess you’ve made. Aiko darling, I’m sorry I ever questioned your judgment. Please bring me some number eight rope.”
While truly vindicated and triumphant, Mistress Aiko moves to obey I do the same. Blubbering piteously with unprecedented misery I slurp and lap and lick at the vile puddle of mingled sherry and piss under me until the floor is spotlessly clean. Then I lay my burning, tear-streaked face against the cool
