A display screen is set up on a tripod in the corner of Her dimly lit bed room. It is on all fours. She relaxes behind it. Paddle in one hand, remote control in the other. She pushes a button on the remote control. It looked up at the screen, a title page of bold white writing over a black background:
“I watched the video, pet… And have selected some of my favourite moments… And some not so good I’d like to discuss with you…”
“Very good, Mistress.”
A montage of pictures of a man working out at a gym. In each picture, it was attached to the man’s cock via the mouth. She controlled when the picture changed with a push of the button on Her remote control.
“His friend did a very good job filming, didn’t he?”
She played with Herself.
“I did a good job, Mistress.”
She give it a congratulatory slap on the rump.
“You’ve always been satisfactory, pet. Put it this way… You’d find out pretty quickly if you didn’t…”
“Of course, Mistress.”
A picture came up on the screen of it gagging on the man’s cock. Strong hand on the back of it’s head, looking surprised and drooling.
“Ah… The first one.”
The picture remained. She operated the remote control so that a red laser point lit up on the screen. She directed the red dot to the area around it’s mouth on the screen.
“What the fuck is that?”
“Me? Doing one of my functions?”
She hit it’s behind with the paddle.
“I said keep it clean! That sloppiness is not hot for me!”
‘Sir didn’t complain.’ It thought but wisely didn’t say.
Another push of the button. It recognised a scene from a little later in the session.
“In the video, you were moaning like a porn star here… You weren’t enjoying yourself were you, pet?”
“No, Mistress! It was to turn him on!”
She narrowed Her eyes, testing Her paddle swing.
She pushed the button once more:
It was on it’s knees, sucking Sir as he sat on a weight bench pumping a dumbbell.
“I’m almost unhappy that Sir had to distract Himself with exercise. Was your effort boring Him, boi?”
“I don’t think so, Mistress… He was moaning a lot.”
“From the video, I got the impression He was moaning because of his workout rather than your service?”
“Be honest, boi…”
“I agree, Mistress. He shouldn’t have needed to entertain himself. The groans weren’t because of me.”
She once more tested out Her paddle.
“Very good pet for telling the truth.”
Another crack of the paddle.
“One more slide boi, probably the most discerning…”
“Did you swallow all of his cum?”
“I think so, Mistress…”
“Let’s take a look and see if you missed any…”
It gulped as She pushed the button to view the next image…