"Have you considered the fact that your entire value to me c..

"Have you considered the fact that your entire value to me could be completely replaced with this?" Mistress asked, smiling. She always spoke with such a sweet voice, with such innocent eyes and pretty smile, especially when she was being cruel. Perhaps that's what made her so intoxicating.

He eyed the small vibrator and felt his masculinity shrivel. He knew his role was clit stimulator and it always hurt to remember that he could be replaced with a small, plastic sex toy.

Mistress preferred a real tongue, but she recognised the extra effort required to keep a tongue slave such as himself. He required correction, punishment, training, and sometimes his mere presence was a burden. He tried his best, daily, to be as low maintenance as Mistress's vibrator, but he rarely succeeded.

His stupid dick always made him want more from her, made him beg and moan those pathetic noises he made. And when she did open her legs for him, he would give her an orgasm but leave a little puddle between his own legs. Stupid, stupid dick.

He nodded at her. "Your vibrator is superior to me in every way, Mistress."

She laughed and looked down at the toy before nodding in agreement. "Yes, I suppose you're right." Then, without much pause, she reached out and grabbed his exposed balls in her hand, squeezing them just enough to make him flinch, but not so much that it caused pain. She clicked on the vibrator and brought it down to his balls, placing it in the line of his tight little sack.

"How does it feel?" she asked, staring directly into his eyes as she began to move the vibrator around his balls.

"It feels..." He tried to reply, but all at once he felt the tension, pleasure and agony of a spontaneous orgasm, cum dripping from his cock akin to a ruined orgasm.

She simply laughed and clicked the vibrator off, rolling her eyes. He was stunned, how suddenly he had cum, she would surely punish him. He began to apologise profusely, "I'm so sorry, Mistress. It just felt so good..."

She placed her hand around his head, almost affectionately as though she was about to kiss him. He prepared for that moment, dreaming of her loving kiss on his lips. But then her hand pressed into the back of his neck, pushing him straight down to the floor, and held his head right down until his nose touched the wetness of his own cum.

"Clean it up," she ordered. His reluctant tongue slipped out of his mouth and began to lap up his mess as he could hear Mistress giggling behind him.