Double Trouble: Blueberry & Corn Blowout
CassieScat
The Tub of Submission
She guided the elder servant into the spacious tub, a place she found oddly comforting. The confined man positioned himself as instructed, his mouth poised in readiness. With calculated precision, she settled into a crouch, her form hovering mere inches above his face. A dense, greenish mass emerged, accompanied by faint sounds and trickling moisture. Flecks of the substance adhered to his chin as he strained to consume it, his struggle evident. The mistress reveled in this act of control, ensuring she expelled the most aged remnant from within. The tub became a stage for her dominance, a ritual she relished with quiet satisfaction.
