Mistress Gaia stood tall over her obese slave, admiring the sight of him caged and desperate for food. He hadn't eaten in days, already properly trained to withstand the hunger when she commanded it. Today was a rare treat, however; she'd decided to serve him a feast fit for a goddess, or perhaps a goddess's pet. She grinned wickedly as she took the last bite of her own meal and set it aside, her plate licked clean.
In front of the slave, she placed a large bowl full of something brown and steaming. It could have been mistaken for one of several things, but the overpowering stench gave it away immediately. It was her shit, freshly deposited from her supple rear end just moments before. Beside the bowl sat a box of dog food, an extra additive to make the dish extra special. She could hardly wait to watch him devour it.
"Eat," she ordered, cracking her whip in the air menacingly. The slave didn't need the incentive; he was starving. He knew better than to question his Mistress's orders, however disgusting they might be. With trembling hands, he reached for the bowl and brought it closer to his face. He could feel his stomach growling at the sight of the meal, but he also knew better than to hesitate.
At the first taste of her shit mixed with the dry dog food, his saliva instinctively rose to coat his tongue. It tasted exactly as horrific as it sounded, but he couldn't stop himself from swallowing. She'd promised not to let him go hungry, after all. He wolfed down the mixture as fast as he could, eager to please his Mistress. But she wasn't satisfied yet.
"Faster," she snapped, her patience wearing thin. She prodded him with the tip of the whip, urging him on. He tried to swallow faster, but his gluttonous belly kept getting in the way. "Faster," she repeated, her voice harsher this time. A tear rolled down his cheek as he forced himself to choke down more of the putrid concoction.
Finally, it was gone. He stared at the empty bowl for a moment, then back up at his Mistress. She watched him with keen eyes, sizing him up. She seemed satisfied for the moment - it wasn't often that her slaves finished their meals without being beaten into submission. But before he could catch his breath, she ordered him to open the box of dog food.
With shaking hands, he obeyed. Inside were more meaty kibbles, ripe for the taking. He dove right in, eager to please her once more. His jowls flapped as he chewed and swallowed, savoring the taste of something other than shit for once. But he couldn't help but feel like his own personal hell had just been elevated; how low could she possibly make him go next?
In the end, the box was empty and he was still standing before her. She snapped her fingers, signalling for him to wait. She picked up the bowl of excrements and held it out to him. "Finish it," she commanded.
He knew what she meant; he was to lick the bowl clean as well. He gagged, his mouth filling with saliva and bile, but he steeled himself and opened wide, scrabbling at the remnants of her shit and dog food. His tongue flicked against the smooth ceramic, coating it with the filth she'd fed him. He looked up at her once more, his eyes pleading for mercy.
But Mistress Gaia merely grinned and snapped her fingers again. "Stand," she said, motioning for him to get back on all fours. He did as he was told, his tail tucked between his legs. She stepped forward, allowing the bowl to hover just above his open mouth. Slowly, she lowered it down, filling his open maw with the last of her meal. He couldn't believe it; he'd just eaten his Mistress's shit and dog food, but he had no choice but to swallow every last morsel.
When it was over, she withdrew the bowl and took a step back. The slave stood before her, his chest heaving from exertion and humiliation. But to his surprise, she didn't reprimand him or order further degradation. Instead, she grinned and reached down to pet his head, ruffling his hair affectionately.
"Good boy," she purred in his ear, the words sending shivers down his spine. He dared not question her intentions, but he couldn't help but feel a strange satisfaction at her praise. Maybe he'd earned it after all. He closed his eyes, awaiting her next command, whatever it might be.
