To the Edge.
You are on your knees and on the floor, where you rightfully belong. The phone you use as a portal to the alters one of ways to praise your Master. Wallet in hand and card in the other. You've been commanded to purchase a brand new play-toy for yourself as a treat for your Deity and you.
"Aren't I merciful? You should be lucky to serve." They cooed. Their voice making you tremble in anticipation alone.
The treat your Master has commanded to buy yourself a sharpened kitchen knife 12-inch completely stainless in all it's glory. More clean than a slut like you will ever be. For that day, for that moment it was your trip to salvation to feel a slither of self accomplishment in the moment of making your Master entertained and pleasured. He were gonna relish in you're squirming and pathetic begging and wreathing in excitement to finally cum. But that'd be letting you're sins off too easy, too quick. You've yet to devote yourself fully, to give your earning to your Master. As when you've reached the nirvana to of which is to be expected when being owned by Master Loki you have no other use but to give all you earn to their alter.
With this task---you will count to 500 and for every prime number you will arouse yourself with your new treat whilst your master teases and treats you like your nothing more and than a dumb wide eyed slut. Except this wretched pathetic slut is in heat and rolls and revels in their sins. You are howling in desperation, in a pitiful way in which could only be described as a beggar's lines.
"Every pathetic moan and attempt to beg, you send, like the obedient animal you are. You wanna satisfy your god do you not?" They asked with an innocent condescending smile and tone to match. Even if you were to muzzle your pathetic sounds you'd know to devote yourself nonetheless. It was an instinct that seemed to pop out the more The Master crept into your life. Your Thoughts. Innocent and not so innocent.
You immediately obediently followed orders like a seasoned trained mutt. You sent everything they had, they desired to reach the peak of this ecstasy as did their Master. They even had the pleasure of seeing their Master expressing their satisfaction in your pitifulness. It’s a win-win. They're successfully satisfying your Master.
But alas You're only a mortal animal. A mutt. Your climax was coming and you are about to lose your worth. You Shakely stop the knife under they're balls and hard below average penis. As you were now in the 300s, it seemed this high of yours was coming to an halt. You could feel the cum starting its way to your tip as they hurriedly and oh so desperately caressed as much of they're skin with the knife as you continued on counting and sending for your Master. You couldn't disappoint him just yet, you didn't want this to end just yet. You knew you would be utterly useless afterwards.
He stared you square in the eyes before cackling-noticing your predicament and sat up to get closer to the camera.
"You cum, you lose your next paycheck as punishment. I don't think a dirty lil miscreant like you should cum in my Prescence. You'd be tainting the very ground I walk on. So keep that disgusting juice in your worm. You will then send and say thank you Sir. Like a good mutt. Can you do that?" They uttered apathetically and now seemingly uninterested with their toy.
"Y-yes sir. Of course Master." You muttered quietly as if in anticipation as you rushed to do your new task. Just pathetic.
"Good Mutt."
*Dream's over Dummy.*