Ankha’s pet
~I~

Daws, the local villager, was doing one of his favorite things - cooking! Apart from that, there was selling, washing and cleaning. These were fun activities because it reminded him of his place, in a manner of speaking.
	While he paid attention to the meal he was currently preparing, he put his hand over his neck and felt his leash. Daws was the servant of his queen, Ankha. The only woman he could have eyes for, and the only one who mattered to him. At least, he hoped to never admire any other woman, or he would most certainly get a beating for it!
	He had been serving Ankha for quite some time now. One year and a half, and he quickly rose to the point where he became her personal slave. Sort of her “favorite” toy from the bunch, and seemed satisfied enough with it. There was nothing better for him to be praised by her, something other servants didn’t seem to get.
	It sort of helped him remember his place, and he was hopeful some day, she would have a heart to turn him into almost an equal to her, hopefully. It was fine otherwise, but he was sure to work hard for it, and make her proud of him. But it was clear, now, that she treated him differently from the rest of the servants, and that gave him hope.
	–“Ah, excellent, truly excellent. Her meal looks exactly as she likes it!” – Daws exclaimed gladly, at this point knowing full well what she liked and disliked about things. How and where to clean her room, where should every furniture be organized, how to coordinate the other servants to do it, and of course, to please her to the best of his skills. He never thought he would be able to do so many things, but there he was, making sure her meal was just as she wanted it to be!
	–“Chief servant!” – A voice exclaimed, with a bell. It was time to go, because Ankha wanted her food. Good thing he had made a bowl large enough, because if she deemed worthy, she would share her food with him. It was one of her favorites, a soup with vegetables, fish, and bread. For drinking, he made sure to use some of his salary (something she made sure to give, amusingly enough) to buy one of her favorite wines.
	He got things in order, and rushed, albeit carefully, towards the dining room, so she wouldn’t be waiting for him. He arrived just in the right time, before she would probably get bored and would complain to him. And there she was, as usual in her usual splendor and stunning look!
	–“Glad I didn’t have to ring the bell once more, or have myself get bored waiting.” – Ankha stated simply, looking at Daws with some contempt, but also some warmth underneath it. He was her favorite servant, after all, and truth be told - she wouldn’t have worn these clothes if not to tease him or give him eye candy. On top of all, she was wearing her favorite platform heels, and Daws’ personal favorite, which amplified her feet’s beauty!!! Nothing could be better than this!
	–“My apologies, mistress!” – Daws said, excusing himself, and bowing to her in worship. –“Here is the meal you have asked for me to make for you, your humble servant.” – He went on, placing them on the table for her to judge their appearance, as well as their taste.
	She took a bite out of every single item at the table, willing to judge them accordingly, and seeing if she would like the meal. –“Hmm…” – She chewed, making a face that was hard for Daws to read. He usually got nervous whenever she would do that, worried that this meant that she would spit out the food and would give a bad rating. That incredibly enough never happened, but there could always be a first time for everything… right?
	Daws shifted around anxiously in waiting for her rating, so much so he tried to hide it from her. He was used to it at this point, so much she wouldn’t notice his fidgeting. –‘Why do I still get nervous, regardless???’ – Daws thought to himself. It was such an eagerness to please his queen that it got the best of him. Truly, it was irritating even when he didn’t want to feel like that!
	–“Pleasant. I expected nothing less, head slave.” – Ankha replied, after gulping down the meal. That was the best she would praise him for the meal.
	Daws blushed, very happy with her approval. –“Thank you so much, mistress!! You shall not be disappointed!” – He then said, satisfied with her words being professed.
	–“Yes. Very good. Now sit down and let us eat.” – Ankha stated simply, allowing Daws to sit in and eat with her.
	The meal went all fine, with both her eating quietly and enjoying her food, in her usual bored way, without showing much excitement or enjoyment in it all. That was so typical of her - not that she was bored or annoyed with anything or anyone in particular. Just life brought lukewarm sensations to her, and she reacted accordingly to them. She led a good life, but she had no reason to expect great things from it, whatsoever.
	Daws, in the meantime, led a great life, in sharp contrast. Even if she was his mistress and he was her slave, their perspective of living on such occasions depended in specific to the way they saw things in general. It was all a question of point of view, and who enjoyed life the most out of the both of them. –‘I sure hope she likes it… I am sure I didn’t forget anything…!’ – He thought to himself, hopeful.
	–“This is very good. I am pleased so far.” – Ankha said, enjoying the whole ordeal, especially keeping company with him. It was rare for her to utter any word of approval to any of her servants, and she did mean to approve of his things. Truth to be said, she had some form of mixed feelings for him. It could be seen as an admiration to how he went to great lengths to make her feel good, and how he still continued to serve her, no matter the way she treated him. It was a mix of admiration and contempt, for he had no self respect.
	–“T-thank yo-you!” – Daws stammered around his words, too clumsy to react in a proper way, as he usually did.
	Ankha ignored that and continued to eat her meal, as well as drink her favorite juice, only to notice an item missing on the table, which she hoped was only an oversight, and willing to let it pass. –“Head slave - where is my dessert?” – She demanded, in a deadpan tone.
	Daws instantly stopped smiling, only then realizing he had probably forgotten the most important damn item of the day! –‘FUCK!’ – He thought to himself, forgetting to do one of her favorite recipes, a delicacy with strawberries. She wanted it, and had tasked him with doing it, but he had forgotten.
	Ankha sighed, already imagining he had forgotten to do it. –“It seems that even my promotion to you being the head slave of my household isn’t enough. I wonder if you should be a mere slave again at this point…” – Ankha said, clearly annoyed, but having an idea to punish him. She knew he had tried his best to please her, and how he did his best, but that wasn’t enough. Plus, she was quite sure he would like something like it, and probably learn too.
	–“M-mi-misress…!! I-I…!” – Daws tried responding, trying to come up with words but failing, before being shushed by her.
	–“I do not wish to hear your excuses.” – Ankha stated, finishing her meal and her drink, just as you had finished yours. She then yanked Daws’ collar, making him choke slightly. –“We shall spend some time in the dungeon. Prepare yourself for your punishment.” – She announced, wiping her mouth, and then leaving the table. Her tone was still of boredom and uncaring, but he could feel some disappointment from her.
	–“Damn it…” – Daws whispered to himself. He really didn’t want this to have happened, but… his luck seemed to be short lived. This could probably be a point against him in regards to the rest of the other servants around, and he really felt annoyed in regards to it. He loved her, and wanted to show it, somehow! But this… was completely counterproductive.
	He sighed to himself, and cleaned her table and washed the dishes. He wanted to redeem himself, and would never be mad or angry at her. Much to the contrary, he wanted to find a way to make her proud of him! –“What should I do next time, damn it?” – He asked himself, as he cleaned it. He was sure he would find the answer eventually, but was still wondering what he could do!
	–“Perhaps… keep doing my work and stop complaining…? I don’t know… I just wish I didn’t fuck up!” – Daws said to himself, after having cleaned the whole dishes, and preparing to visit her in the dungeon. He dreaded to think what waited for him…!
~II~

Ankha was laying down on her comfortable bed, waiting for Daws to arrive. She was still dressed the same way, just more revealing than before. She was sure the slave would enjoy the “torture”, which she had just prepared to him.
	–“The young man will enjoy this, whether he likes it or not. He does everything for me.” – Ankha spoke to herself, looking forward to what she would do exactly to him. Surely a fitting punishment.
	Daws had arrived, walking carefully and being afraid of what awaited him, but willing to redeem himself in the eyes of his queen. When he saw her, he felt his heart throb in excitement - her clothes were still the same, but they were much more revealing, practically highlighting her sexy body at its finest. Then again, any and all clothes looked great on her!
	–“Impressed, head slave? You better be. For this session, you will not speak until spoken to, and you will do absolutely everything I command from you. Understood?” – Ankha demanded, still with her flat tone as before.
	–“Y-yes mi-mi-mistress.” – Daws replied, hopeful for nothing too bad.
	–“Good. Undress yourself.” – Ankha demanded, watching Daws tentatively.
	Daws took some time to understand her command, shifting around and wondering if he should do it. However, before she could utter her command again, he had undressed himself, revealing his bare body to her. She could then see his small penis, as well as his complexion in general. He preferred not to say anything to her, worried she would forbid him to speak or to comment any further.
	–“Disappointment doesn’t come close to defining what I feel right now.” – Ankha stated simply, being very sharp with her words. –“I figured someone as worthless as you would have such small genitals.” – She added, motioning for you to draw close to her so she could have a better look at them.
	Daws drew near, hoping that she wouldn’t notice much, or at least hoping that the size wouldn’t be as bad as she thought it would be. Either way, he was sure to have a “lose” scenario. Unless there was something special about it.
	–“Hmm…” – She yanked your collar, making Daws fall on top of her, almost as if he were ready to mate. She then fondled the genitalia carefully, wondering about the size, length, width, and so forth. –“Definitely you have a small penis, and your scrotum is laughable. Are you sterile?” – Ankha commented, giving a slap on Daws’ balls, making him feel an excruciating pain.
	Daws bit his lips and part of his tongue to hold back the sharp pain that circulated through his whole body, especially in a way that his queen wouldn’t notice, plus show he was willing to put up with the pain. –‘Damn… it hurts so much! But it feels so good!!!’ – He thought to himself.
	Ankha noticed his reaction to getting his scrotum slapped, and judged it. It was clear he felt pain - but she thought that he liked it as well. With that in mind, she did it again, this time, making a fist and punching it.
	–“Hgnnnn…” – Daws whimpered, sighing in pain and wanting to massage the area that was hit, but instead allowing his queen to do whatever she pleased with him, for his failure on having forgotten her dessert. On top of all, after the pain came the sensation of delight and a lot of pleasure!
	–“I am starting to think my head slave actually enjoys feeling pain. Is that the case? Answer truthfully.” – She pondered, wanting to rest her legs somewhere, and pulling the leash so Daws would serve as her bench.
	–“Y-yes… I think…” – Daws admitted, bowing down to the position of a dog, with Ankha putting her legs to rest on his back. He hoped this would please her enough to forgive him for his earlier errors!
	–“Well, I will see what I will do with you. Perhaps you may have some use in some things I am thinking about. A slave to be put to good use.” – Ankha spoke, but more to herself than to Daws in particular. She was enjoying the usage she had given him so far, and was willing to forgive him after this was done.
	–“T-thank you, mistress…” – Daws spoke, feeling the weight of her shin and feet upon him, but doing this out of love for her. On top of feeling so good to be mistreated, he wanted her to see the value he had on his willingness to serve her. To eventually allow her to love him, to be a companion, even if he was still being a slave.
	–“Hmph.” – Ankha sighed with disdain, finding it hard to have respect for someone who wouldn’t even respect himself. She shifted her legs around, and weighed them on his back so he could take the hint, and in actuality, see the amount of disdain she had felt for such behaviour. But then again, Daws was her main slave, so she had an affection for him. She then wiggled her toes, while playing around with her platform heels, and Daws felt that. His excitation went through the roof, and an erection then began to build up!
	Daws kept on going as her leg rest, even if his back was aching at this point. That wasn’t the problem, he wanted her to be happy. That was the main point of all this! If she was happy, then he was happy.
	–“Your constant advances have been very noticeable.” – Ankha stated, plainly. –“You have the wish to be my companion and maybe even a lover of sorts. Why would I give attention to someone like you, however?” – She then asked, pondering her options. She fidgeted around with her feet still, knowing he would like that. His desire for her whole body, especially for her feet was as clear as day.
	–“We-well… I won’t lie - I… I really love you, a lot!!!” – Daws blurted out, struggling a bit. –“What matters to me is… if you-you are happy, y-yes?” – He stated, sighing a bit at his current position. Now his knees were starting to hurt.
	–“Of course you are. That is the duty of the slave.” – Ankha yanked Daws’ collar, making him choke, but still keeping himself firm in his position. –“Why should I give you such a position? Do you think you are more deserving than the other slaves, or the free men that are on the same level I am?” – Ankha asked, being very sharp with her words. She did not care much if that would hurt him, but rather to make him see his goal was so out of his league that it would be pointless to continue.
	–“Well… I, I still try…!” – Daws stated, suddenly feeling her take off her legs from him, sighing in some relief, only to then feel the weight five times as hard, with Ankha sitting on his back, using him as a chair. –“Oooof…!!!” – 
	–“You imply I am heavy, head slave?” – Ankha asked, knowing full well the difference between the weight.
	–“N-n-noo…!” – Daws struggled to respond, his arms and legs trembling to keep himself steady. His penis twitched in excitement at her misuse of him, his sexual pleasure through the roof on these mere allegorical breadcrumbs she was giving to him.
	–“Then you will steady yourself a bit more before we may continue. Do not disappoint me.” – Ankha stated plainly, crossing her legs and steading herself.
	Daws groaned, trying his best to steady himself, and finding strength for it, he didn’t know where from, however. Possibly his desire was so great that he didn’t want to disappoint her whatsoever! –‘My queen will not be disappointed! I will not fail her!!’ – He thought to himself. His penis was still even small when erect, and was leaking fluids. He was probably going to reach an orgasm from merely being sat on by her.
	Ankha sighed, in a few ways admiring his tenacity, while also wanting to do something else. If he was too weak to serve her, then he would be of no use, and she would personally take care of him. Instead, it would be better if he were strapped to the table, so she could begin her actual session.
	–“Ahhh…!!!” – Daws squirmed, his arms and legs trembling as fluids were shot from his penis, and coated the floor with mere droplets. He was extremely embarrassed by feeling like that, especially in front of her!!!
	–“Hm?” – Ankha asked, seeing the droplets of semen on the floor. –“Have you just reached your orgasm, slave? How embarrassing…” – She added, feeling some disgust at how he had sunk to such a level. Having an orgasm merely because she was sitting on top of him.
	Daws groaned and kept trying to steady himself, only to then feel the weight being taken away, and he almost dropped to the floor. His penis was still twitching excitedly, and he really hoped for more… even if that wasn’t the ideal.
	–“Lick it. And then you may be strapped to the table, and we shall continue with your punishment.” – Ankha stated simply, making her way to the table, as her heels clicked on the marble floor.
	Daws licked his own semen as she demanded, and almost fell to the floor, but his inner strength made him able to stand up once he had finished licking it. It felt… good! And would probably feel even better now, seeing as she would move on to the next phase.
~III~

The table was relatively comfortable, even if that didn’t seem like it. Daws had laid on top of it, and had his arms and legs stretched, in a comfortable way, rather. It was almost as if he had completely fallen into her mercy, and at this point, hoped for her to be nice to him. 
	Ankha noticed Daws was relatively uncertain to what he would go through, but she already had all the ideas in her mind. It would not be his place to complain about them. –“Rest assured you will not be murdered or anything of the like. That would be messy, I am not a criminal, and I would lose a useful servant. Whenever my servants get hurt, I must care for them, as you have seen before…” – Ankha stated, looking down at him in such a commanding way that she was indifferent.
	Daws, meanwhile, absolutely adored it! It was as if she looked down upon a piece of trash that would need to be taken out, and that had no more usage for it. He loved it, and that was his desire every time he would wake up - to have Ankha facing him from such a respectable angle, while giving him orders, or telling all really felt about him. Maybe he would end up having yet another orgasm if that was the case! –‘She is so beautiful! Like a goddess!!’ – He thought to himself.
	–“Are you paying attention, head slave?” – Ankha asked, with tones of annoyance in her voice, squeezing Daws’ scrotum.
	–“HRMMMMM!!!!! GHHhhhhhh!” – Daws sighed, with a lovely yet very painful squeeze being felt through his entire nervous system. –“Y-y-yee-yes, m-my- go-go-godess! I m-mean mi-mistress!” – He added, shakily.
	Ankha reserved no comment on being mistaken for a goddess, as that felt very pleasant. None of her servants had ever told her she was a goddess… that spoke a lot about Daws and his vision of what she meant to him, but his level of self debauchery in her vision was seen with nothing but contempt. –“Very well. If you do a good performance, I might CONSIDER to give you a footjob. We’ll see.” – She stated, shushing him before he could say anything. His penis told her all she needed to know, as it twitched happily. –“First, I will rub my feet over your face. Then, I shall sit over you, and lastly smother you with my breasts.”.
	Daws felt elated he would get attention from her! He really didn’t deserve any of this. He saw Ankha climb up the table, and tower over him, with her vagina fully in view, while she still seemed commanding. It was like a dream coming true!
	–“You and your small, abhorrent sized genitals better control yourselves. Or else.” – Ankha warned, moving her left leg backwards, and then going full speed in contact against Daws’ scrotum.
	–“HGGNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!” – Daws screamed, mixed with heavy pleasure, as tried to hold back. He then saw her do it again with her other foot and yelled again. His penis twitched excitedly, almost as if it would have an orgasm.
	–“Hmph. I better do something with your screams.” – Ankha stated, crouching down and picking up her gag, placing it over Daws’ mouth, completely shutting him up. There was no way to complain now, rather than a muffled scream.
	Daws had a mix of scaredness, arousal and even admiration! As she had crouched to gag him, he could feel her breasts rubbing against his flat chest, making his penis twitch even more. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take any of this, but he would probably have an orgasm soon!
	–“You know. I think you are near yet another orgasm, so before I can begin, I shall finish what I started. Giving the lesson this penis, which is almost as small as my thumbs and the same size as my toes.” – She stated, with some disgust, as she gave yet another kick to Daws’ sore scrotum.
	Daws kept screaming in a huge mix of pleasure and pain, something he never expected he would receive!!! This was absolutely fantastic. –‘My goddess!!! My queen!!! Please don’t stop!!!!’ – He thought to himself, getting dizzy with the lovely mix of bitter and sweet that he felt. His penis would probably not hold on for much longer, depending how this would go!
	–“Your queen is punishing you for your iniquity. Your actions have been nothing short of a huge disappointment, and I can’t bring myself to respect someone who would feel good about being treated as disposable trash. You don’t even deserve this. And your queen disapproves of your genitalia - it is unacceptable her head slave would have such a size.” – Ankha stated, towering over him, as she swapped back and forth between kicking his penis, and then using the other foot with her heels to rub against him. It was a mix of naughty and nice, respectively, even if her platforms still hurt to press against his body.
	Daws moaned and groaned back and forth, sighing pleasantly. The mere fact that he saw Ankha, his queen tower over him, while mistreating him (something he felt he deserved) was enough to drive him insane with pleasure and stimulation. He definitely wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer, and had found comfort that he would continue to be punished. He only hoped she was enjoying herself as well.
	She kept on rubbing and kicking him, until he reached his orgasm, something that took a short time. Small splatters fell on top of him, and none on Ankha. She would be very disappointed otherwise. She sighed in disappointment, and turned around, having one more idea to tease him.
	–‘Fuck… this hurts so much… but it is so good!!!!’ – Daws thought to himself, unwilling to believe that his dream had come true - Ankha was treating him exactly as he had hoped she would ever since he became a trusted servant of hers!! His seemen was hot too, a clear sign that his body was hot and very much in fervent heat. –‘What will she do next… however?’ – Daws thought to himself, puzzled. He really had no idea, and was worried.
	–“Prepare. This will be an endurance test which will approve of your footjob. Otherwise, only once you are good enough.” – Ankha stated, facing the other way. She then spread Daws’ legs, squatted, and got her buttcheeks really close to his penis, but not enough to touch him. And then, she began to twerk.
	Daws couldn’t believe it! She really was twerking! He wouldn’t last long with this! –‘This is torture…! I won’t be able to hold it!!! Even if she isn’t touching me…’ – He thought to himself, sighing deeply in an attempt to hold back.
	Ankha said nothing, and merely just continued to shake her buttcheeks up and down, steadying herself. She was quite sure her servant wouldn’t be able to hold himself, after so many kicks and especially considering his miserable stamina and size. –“Should I keep going? You are not going to hold, after all. Not with that limp genitalia you have…” – She stated simply, provoking him while he could barely do anything about it.
	Daws groaned in struggle just as he had done when he was receiving those kicks. It was almost the same way, albeit in a different method. His body and especially his sore genitals twitched in reflex. He wouldn’t ever be able to free himself and have sex with her, even if he could. His place was there, to be mistreated by his godly queen while reminding himself of his correct place. And that felt so good! –‘Please, my godly queen!! Don’t stop!!!’ – He begged, even if it was in thought.
	Ankha was indifferent to his struggle, but she really enjoyed bouncing up and down. She was one of the sexiest villagers after all, so why should she care if he wanted anything? She had confidence with her own body, and how she could rock the world of her servants. The torture in itself was all that - a tease in which they wouldn’t be allowed to fight back against. Her whole body, especially her buttcheeks and her breasts were part of her biggest weapons, and she knew how to use them. –“Do not disappoint me. You still have long to go. Or are you so pathetic that you can’t hold back? Rhetorical question.” – She pondered.
	He kept trying to fight back and not give in to his passions, but he couldn’t do it. They were stronger than he was. She won, she absolutely won…! –‘Cumming!!’ – Daws sighed heavily and shot his seed, all that which splashed onto him. They weren’t worth staining the amazing coat of Ankha.
	–“Hmph. I have been proven right yet again.” – Ankha said, noticing by Daws’ moans that he had reached his climax. Indeed, she had been vindicated - he wasn’t worth getting a foot massage. –“Say goodbye to your footjob. Limp genitals. Undeserving of the title of a head slave. The horse villager I see often should be your master. He is much more resistant than you are.” – Ankha went on, further humiliating you, as she preferred the villager, when speaking about girth size.
	Daws didn’t have any reaction, but deep inside, enjoyed that. –‘My queen!! Would you trade me for someone else? I am really worthless to be on your level!’ – Daws thought, excited for what else was to come.
	Ankha shifted Daws around, this time sitting on his legs and making her vagina be very close to his penis, but still far away to leave him in desire. She then took off her platform heels, and put them beside Daws’ respective ears, so they would stay there as a token of something she wore. That didn’t mean they were his’, but rather, as a piece of her clothes to be near him. –“Be prepared to have my feet over your face. And be sure to smell it. You know how clean I like to be - the smell will no doubt drive you to yet another orgasm in no time. You aren’t worth having any part of my body touching your genitals.” – She stated, placing her soles over his face, and covering him completely. She then began to massage his face with her toes, going up and down, and even teasing him to lick her, something which he was prevented from, for being gagged.
	–‘My queen!!! I am undeserving to lick your soles!!! Please tease me!!! I love it!’ – Daws whimpered, loving what he was being forced to go through. His brain was pretty much failing him at this point, being completely sweeped by dopamine and seduced to give in to his irrational side, leaving only a dizzy husk which would respond positively to his desires. He had never sank so low, even when he masturbated on his bed while thinking about her.  He was being put in his place and he absolutely loved it!
	Ankha continued normally, unwilling to relent on her teasing against her slave. Her toes rubbed against every part of his face, as well as the rest of her soles. But she specifically used her toes to tease and coordinate where she would be going, and which parts of his face would she specifically rub or make a massage against. On top of all, she didn’t even bother to play with herself, knowing that Daws wasn’t worth the level of respect that she would have with someone that she could consider a partner. He was merely a platoy.
	–‘She smells so good! I can’t stop sniffing her!! What a lovely aloe with almond milk scent that she always makes sure to bathe with!’ – Daws thought, twitching again in pleasure. Her toes massaged his cheekbones, his jaw, his forehead, ran around his eyelids, covered his nostrils… What else could he ask for? His body twitched again and his penis was ready to shoot another round of semen.
	–“Don’t even think of ejaculating this fast. Control yourself. Should I even consider you worthy to be next to me? I am already lowering myself by sharing intimacy with someone that has a mini genitalia.” – Ankha stated in sharp disgust, unwilling to relent with her insults. SHe hunched down and punched Daws’ scrotum with a lot of strength.
	–‘FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!’ – Daws whimpered, feeling his penis twitch with pre, unable to hold. He would be sure to hold the best he could, but it wasn’t looking good!
	He kept on going the most he could, struggling to hold back. Ankha kept on hitting his scrotum whenever she felt he would release, all the while continuing to run her toes all over his face.
	–“Alright, release your seed. You are now going to have to hold your breath.” – Ankha stated, and stretched her legs so he could show the beauty of her spreading herself, but with Daws being unable to penetrate, shooting his meagre amount onto himself.
	–‘Thank you so much mistress… but I think I will pass out… and…’ – Daws thought to himself, only to be smothered by something soft.
	–“Let us see how long you last by feeling my breasts over your face.” – Ankha said, having climbed down and slamming down her breasts over Daws, almost as if she were beating him with them.
	Daws had an instant orgasm in which Ankha hadn’t noticed. He really loved being smothered by breasts and buttcheeks, so this was definitely a weak point! On top of all, he had no words to even think about what was going on. It was as if an electrical current had run through him, and his entire body shook. His mind was blank, and the whole world went dark, as the breasts went left and right over his face!
	Ankha ran back and forth, left and right, and oftentimes, slammed her breasts against him. –“Should I have a crystal ball and say you are close to your orgasm yet again, pathetic little excuse of a man?” – She stated, just as she slammed again, and squished her breasts against Daws’ face, playing with suffocating him.
	–‘Mistress please… I can’t… I can’t breathe…!!’ – Daws struggled, as the breasts smothered all over his face, and he struggled to breathe. There was something hot about it, but he really hoped she wouldn’t allow him to pass out!
	Ankha then removed her breasts from him, allowing him to breathe again. She looked at him in contempt, noticing that while this was different, he also liked that too. –“Pathetic.” – She stated, slamming her breasts onto his face once more.
	–‘Cum…ing…’ – Daws thought to himself, shooting one more load, that seemed to get smaller and smaller at each time. He panted as he breathed in and out, allowing the air to fill up his lungs once more. But he knew there was more to come, he could feel it!
	–“Hmph. I am not done yet. Prepare to be sit on.” – Ankha stated, not giving Daws time to relax. She sat down with her vagina so close to Daws’ mouth, but as he was gagged, he wouldn’t be allowed to taste any of it. Just smell.
	Daws had an instant orgasm just as she did so, much like with her breasts. And again, Ankha didn’t notice, but he was sure she probably knew he would give in easily.  She bounced up and down, mimicking the motion of riding someone’s penis, and taunting Daws on something he would never have from her. All of that without saying a word.
	Daws struggled to keep focus. His mind was all blank, as his vision went dark and came light, depending whenever she bounced up and down. His penis twitched each time she pounced him.
	Ankha only observed his reactions, not feeling much excitement in this, apart from making one of her servants to be put in their place. The control and dominating position she found herself was enough to make her wet and have her nipples erect, but not enough to feel something special to. Only to be teaching a slave a proper lesson. Still, this was a great practice for her dances.
	Daws had a shortcut on his brain at this point, just letting her pound him however she wished. His body twitched and gasped for more, but he seemed to still have issues trying to enjoy this. He really hoped she would give him a chance, but after fucking up today, this wouldn’t seem too likely.	His penis too was tired at this point, barely being able to get up, so he wouldn’t take long before having an orgasm.
	–“Hmph! Do it!” – Ankha pounded one last time, smothering Daws with her butt, as he dutifully obeyed her. Only this time a single drop of semen came out of his penis, and nothing more.
	–‘I can’t… I… I…!’ – Daws thought to himself, just as he passed out completely. It wasn’t the lack of air from her smothering, but the fact that he couldn’t take it anymore. He was completely drained, and unable to do anything else.
	–“Disgusting. Not only do you have a small penis, but now I must carry you to your quarters for passing out.” – Ankha sighed, doing her part. What wouldn’t she do to her own servants, really? She picked up her heels and Daws, carried them over, until she put him to his bed.
	–“We shall have a lot to talk about once you wake up.” – Ankha stated, after dressing herself. She then looked at her clock and noticed it was almost time to go and do her tasks.
	Life still went on.