"Go ahead. You can get closer– Ah ah ah. Slowly."
Sitting next to her, you start to lean in face first, anticipating the feeling of burying yourself in her pits. Mommy just finished working out. She sat you on the far end of the room the entire time, only letting you indulge with your eyes, mesmerized, as she glistened from the sweat. But now...
As the scent begins to hit the back of your nose, your lips part and you involunt–
"Stop."
You feel yourself freeze in place. The moan caught in your throat, but only for a second as just the slight taste you're getting, even now, is enough to let it escape.
"Good pet."
At this point, you think, you'll be allowed to continue. Surely...
But after what feels like an eternity, she's made no indication. In the meantime, you haven't even noticed the puddle you've left trailing from your half open mouth to the floor.
The sweet whines are what comes first, as your mind begins to run. Tears begin streaming down your face. Then you start begging:
"please Mommy please please– i really... i need to–"
She raises an eyebrow.
"–i... i really want to bury myself– ah– in your sweaty pits please i– i want to be your sweat r– ah... –rag"
Your begging intermittently cut off as you inhale, and it soon turns to bargaining:
"please Mommy i'll be so good for you, i– mmh– i can stay in chastity for an extra week, Mommy, please–"
You notice the first significant reaction from her since words began to fall out of your mouth.
"Oh?" she smiles devilishly.
"please, i need to be your perfect little muskslu–"
"A month."
"a– a month, Mommy?"
You swear the cage shrinks as you consider–
"A month."
In one swift motion, she grabs the back of your head and pushes you into her dripping armpits. You let out a guttural, primal moan, muffled now, as your tongue falls out of your mouth, lapping instinctively at the sweat, as you loose strength in the rest of your body, unable to process anything else. You'd sealed your fate the moment you even thought about bringing up your cage. But the choice was never yours, and you would have given anything.
At the end of the day, a month is a small price to pay.
