My jar is almost full, and I see you coming to collect it tonight. I know your taste for blood, and I’ve seen you taste mine on many occasions during your brutal torture sessions. But what were you doing with my used tampons? You make all us girls collect them in our jars for you every month. Then you collect them and take them back upstairs out of the dungeon with you. But tonight, you pulled me out of my cage, along with my jar of bloody tampons, and shoved me upstairs with you.
You sat me in the kitchen chair, stark naked, and grabbed a couple mugs from the cupboard. There wwas something boiling on the stove, and you came over and plopped down a mug in front of me. You went to the stove and came back with boiling water, pouring my mug full. Then you poured another mug of hot water for you. To my horror, you plucked a couple bloody tampons out of the jar, and placed one in each of our mugs. You sat across from me without a glance. You told me to steep my “tea”.
I began to gag at the thought, but I knew I better cntrol myself, and I began to dunk the bloddy tampon in and out of my mug as I was told. You said I was going to enjoy my bloody tea with you because I was such a worthless piece of shit whore. I said “yes, Master”, and continued to steep my tea. You had prepared yours and took a sip. I watched, horrified, as the blood red tea colored your lips. You licked them and I knew you thought it tasted delicious. You said, “drink, bitch”. I brought the mug to my mouth and did as i was told…. the way I always do.
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