Mistress Gaia sat regally on the throne, her expression stern as she regarded her slave. It had been some time since she had last used him as her personal toilet, and she could sense that he had grown lax in his duties. Today, she resolved to remind him of his place and reassert her control.
"ENGLISH SPEAKING," she commanded, her voice heavy with expectation. The slave bowed his head in submission, his eyes fixed on the ground as he awaited his mistress's next order.
"Stand," she said, and he immediately rose to his feet, trembling slightly. Mistress Gaia studied him for a moment, her gaze traveling up and down his body. Despite his recent neglect, the slave had maintained his physical appearance, and his muscular frame still reflected hours of rigorous training.
"You have disappointed me," she said, her voice cold and assertive. "The last few times we used you as a toilet, you did not give me the satisfaction I deserve." The slave flinched at her words, knowing full well the consequences of his failure.
Mistress Gaia stood from her throne, her long legs moving gracefully as she approached the trembling slave. She reached out, her hand wrapping around the base of his cock, which was already hard with anticipation.
"But I am willing to give you another chance," she continued, squeezing his cock gently. Her touch was electric; it sent shivers down his spine and caused a stirring in his loins. "However, this time you must prove yourself worthy."
She turned away from him, presenting her perfect rump, rounded and perfectly smooth. The tension in the air was palpable as the slave watched his mistress, his gaze fixed on the delicate mole just below her tailbone. He could feel his cock throb in anticipation, eager to be used once more for her pleasure.
Slowly, Mistress Gaia turned around, revealing the object of their attention. A small plate sitting on the ground before her, filled with what appeared to be her freshly-digested dinner. The slave licked his lips, his stomach growling in hunger. This meal would not be for him though; it was for him to consume from his mistresses gorgeous, godly body.
"Open your mouth wide," she commanded, her voice now laced with lust. The slave complied without hesitation, opening his mouth as wide as he could. He felt her warm breath on his lips as she leaned closer, her full breasts swaying as she approached him.
"Suck on my clit," she whispered, and the slave obeyed, closing his eyes in bliss as he felt her hardening bud against his tongue. His hands reached up, seeking her voluptuous curves, and he began to massage her soft outer lips with his fingers.
"That's it, slave," she moaned, her hips beginning to grind against his mouth. "You make me so fucking wet." The slave licked and sucked on her sensitive flesh, feeling it grow slippery against his tongue. He could feel the tension building within him; he had not forgotten the taste of his mistress's cool, refreshing shit.
Mistress Gaia pulled away slowly, teasing him as she did. The slave whimpered in protest, unable to bear the loss of contact with her sweet flesh. But then she smiled, reaching down and picking up the food-laden plate.
"Eat," she commanded, and the slave opened his mouth once more, eager to taste the delights that lay ahead. His mistress lowered the plate, allowing the first of her meal to enter his mouth. It was warm and slightly stuffy, and his tongue sought out the hidden flavors that lay within.
As he chewed and swallowed, Mistress Gaia took hold of his cock once more, beginning to stroke it in time with his movements. The combination of her touch and the taste of her food was too much for the slave to bear; he could feel himself growing closer to the brink with each passing moment.
"Fuck, you're so fucking good," she moaned, her hips rocking back and forth in rhythm with his motions. The slave could feel her wetness against his fingers now, her juices dripping down to coat his hand.
Time seemed to stand still as they moved together, lost in a world of pleasure and desire. The slave's mind was a haze of need, his focus entirely on serving his mistress and earning her approval. He could feel his orgasm building within him, becoming an almost unbearable force that threatened to consume him.
Finally, as if sensing his impending release, Mistress Gaia pulled away, freeing him from her spell. She stepped back, her expression one of grim determination.
"Don't you dare cum until you've finished eating everything on that plate," she warned, her voice impossibly stern. The slave nodded, his eyes downcast, his cock still rock hard.
"Understood," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the thundering of his heart. Mistress Gaia nodded once, and then turned away, leaving the slave alone with his thoughts and his growing hunger.
