Mignon's Mission: The Art of Cum Eating Facials

It had been a long day.

I was bone tired and the late hour only served to make me feel more exhausted than I already was. I wanted nothing more than to go home, wrap myself in my warm blanket, and just sleep forever, but there was still one last thing to do before I could call it a day.

My boss had called me into his office earlier this evening, told me he had something important to discuss with me. He wouldn't say what it was about, but he made it clear that he didn't want anyone else to hear us talk. So we went into his private bathroom and locked the door behind us.

Once we were alone together, he told me that he had overheard some of my coworkers talking about some "dirt" they had on me. They didn't have any actual proof, but they thought that I had been stealing company property for personal use. My boss said that he didn't believe them, but he made it clear that if they were right and I was stealing from him, there would be serious consequences. He said that I needed to prove my innocence by eating whatever it was that they suspected I was stealing. And so here we were now.

"Well?" My boss asked me impatiently. He stood facing away from me at the sink washing his hands as I kneeled on the floor with my back to him. My hands were tied behind my back with my scarf and gagged with my silk panties. This way I couldn't reach up and take off the gag or untie myself without his permission.

"Well what?" I asked with a muffled whine as politely as possible through my gag, just happy that he hadn't decided to give me an enema first before we got started with our little game tonight.

He laughed humorlessly at my question. "Either you're innocent or you're guilty," he said turning around to face me for a moment before returning his attention to his hands so he could dry them off on his pants leg. "Meaning there's only one option left for you."

My eyes widened in alarm as it dawned on me what he meant by this cryptic statement of his. Yes, either I was innocent or guilty of the alleged crime they suspected me of committing against the company, but if they thought I really did steal something from them then why did they give me an option? Wouldn't they have just arrested me right then and there? No, no this must be some sort of sick joke of theirs! They must be trying to see how far they can push him!

But why would their boss allow them to do such a thing? He did seem awfully eager for me to get started so...maybe he wasn't joking after all? Maybe he actually expects *me* to eat whatever it is that they think I've been stealing from him? What kind of stuff could possibly be so valuable that someone would want someone else to eat it?

I swallowed nervously as I tried not to let my fear show on my face as much as possible. What else was there for it though? If I fake eating whatever it is that they're going to make me eat then...well...they'd probably punish me even worse than if I just admit defeat now and eat whatever it is without complaint like a good little employee should!

"It's...peanut butter," came a voice from behind him suddenly causing both our heads to snap towards where the voice had come from in surprise. A man dressed in dark clothes materialized out of thin air next to my boss as if by magic and threw a greased up watermelon sized ball of peanut butter at us both which flew straight through us and splatted onto the wall behind us with a wet thwack! Startled by this unusual display the two of us backed away from the spot where the ball had hit the wall together until our backs bumped against each other's shoulders causing us both to jump at each other's sudden close proximity at once! The man laughed merrily at how startled we both looked before continuing, "The evidence," he explained gesturing towards where the splatted ball of peanut butter still sat on the wall behind us now oozing down its surface slowly like a never ending stream of golden honey set free from its glass container after being shaken up vigorously by someone trying unsuccessfully to mix ingredients together inside! "You see," The stranger continued explaining everything calmly as if nothing extraordinary had happened just now while we both stared dumbly at him like deer caught in headlights unable "You see," The stranger continued again seeming not at all fazed by our lack of reaction "The company has recently begun experimenting with different kinds of food based weaponry in order to provide greater variety in their battle plans during wartime." Seeing our blank faces staring back at him still looking shocked beyond words by what we'd seen earlier he rolled his eyes and sighed heavily before saying more loudly "This is peanut butter!"