Mistress Isabella was in a foul mood as she paced back and forth in her luxurious living room. Her feet were bare and adorned with sexy heels that accentuated her long and slender legs. Her husband, Stefano, had promised to take her out for dinner, but he was late. As she waited, her stomach grumbled, reminding her of her hunger.
She decided to grab a quick bite on her own and strolled over to the kitchen. Her slim fingers danced over the counter, gathering ingredients for a sinful pizza. The scent of oregano, garlic, and fresh tomato sauce filled the air as she poured herself a glass of red wine. She found comfort in cooking, especially when dealing with her crappy excuse for a husband.
As the aroma of her pizza filled the room, she heard Stefano's car pull up outside. He was finally here. She couldn't help but sneer at the thought of how pathetic he looked compared to her. Mistress Isabella maintained her impeccable figure by going to the gym every day and eating only the most delectable foods. Stefano, on the other hand, looked like he'd spent the day working in a field rather than at a desk job.
She let her pizza cool slightly before slicing it up and bringing it to the dining table. As soon as Stefano walked through the door, she laughed cruelly and dumped the entire pizza onto his head. He sputtered and coughed, trying to wipe the tomato sauce and cheese from his eyes. "Welcome home, dear husband," she purred, taking a sip of her wine before sitting down.
Stefano cautiously sat across from her, still wiping pizza sauce from his face. "You're late," she hissed, her anger bubbling to the surface. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for you? And what have you brought me? Flowers? Chocolates? A nice bottle of wine?" Her eyes narrowed as she watched him squirm in his seat.
"B-brand new watch," he stuttered, pointing to his wrist. Mistress Isabella scoffed, rolling her eyes. "A watch? That's pathetic, Stefano. You know I hate watches." She took another bite of her pizza and washed it down with more wine. "You're such a disappointment," she muttered under her breath.
Her husband cowered in his seat, knowing he had messed up again. Mistress Isabella's anger was like a storm brewing inside him. As she finished her meal, she stood up and walked over to him, towering over him with her tall stature. "I think it's time for a punishment," she growled, grabbing his lapels and pulling him close.
She roughly pushed him down onto the floor, finishing off his meal for him. "Now," she said, smirking as she looked down at him. "It's time to see if you enjoy being my personal toilet." Slowly, she pulled down her leather pants revealing her sensual body, perfect in every way. With a swift kick, she sent him flying backwards while at the same time relieving herself on him.
She giggled evilly, watching as he tried to wipe away the streams of urine from his face. "Now that's more like it," she purred, her eyes glistening with pleasure. She knelt down next to him, grabbing a handful of his hair. "From now on, you're going to eat nothing but my shit, understand?" She leaned down, her face just inches from his. "Say it," she hissed, her hot breath against his lips.
"Yes, Mistress," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Mistress Isabella smiled darkly, knowing that she had him right where she wanted him. She climbed onto the coffee table and sat facing him, her legs spread wide. "Close your eyes, Stefano," she commanded as she positioned herself over his face. "And prepared to savor your first taste of Mistress Isabella's deliciously fresh ass."
As she descended upon him, her warm and musky scent filling his nostrils, he couldn't help but whimper in despair. He knew his life was now forever changed, his once loving wife had transformed into a cruel dominatrix who would make him eat her shit until the day he died. And all because he had disappointed her, one too many times.
