I own your throat, slut. She begged me to train her, KinkySubGirl. She swore she could deepthroat my 7.5-inch cock without gagging. Hmm… can she? So here’s her punishment: every time KinkySubGirl gags on my dick; whip cream pie to the face. A full 13” graham crust, stacked with two whole 8-oz tubs of thick, fluffy whipped cream. And baby? She’s gonna eat it, with her face. I don’t care how much drool drips from her lips, how her nose runs, how her eyes water from the gag reflex. She takes it. I facefuck her hard and deep, driving my cock down her tight, desperate throat. KinkySubGirl tried, I’ll give you that. Her tongue swirls, her jaw shakes, her throat convulses… and then? Gag. Gag. Gag. Splat. Pie #1 smacks across her face. Cold cream oozes into her nose, her mouth, her hair. KinkySubGirl coughs, gasps, gags and I make her stay put, kneeling, covered, while I prep the next. Each pie makes her worse. Or better? Hard to tell when her face is buried in crust and cream. I watch her psych herself up, licking her lips, breathing through it, trying so pathetically hard not to fail again. But she does. Again. And again. Ten pies. Ten failures. By the end, she’s a mess. Whipped cream melting down her tits, her back, her ass; dripping like cum from her chin. KinkySubGirl’s mouth’s raw, her throat twitching. And I? I’m rock hard. So I pull out, stroke my cock over her ruined face, and blow a thick, hot load across her eyes, her lips, her hair. My cum mixes with the cream, the crumbs, the shame. And her final task? Rub it in. All of it. Every sticky, filthy inch. Lather that cum and cream all over her tits, her ass, her face. She doesn’t get to wash. She doesn’t get to clean. She wears this failure like the kinky little slut she is. This is what happens when you can’t handle my cock. And next time? We’re using chocolate pie. You ready, sub?