As I finished dressing myself, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction knowing that my slave was ready and waiting for me. His ears were perked up as he heard my footsteps, his tail tucked tightly between his legs in anticipation of his next command. I made my way over to him, taking a moment to enjoy the way he made a perfect footrest while also cleaning the soles of my shoes with his tongue. It was such a degrading yet arousing sight that sent shivers down my spine.
My slave's eyes widened as he saw me approach, his gaze flickering up towards me. "Get on your hands and knees," I commanded, my voice stern yet seductive. Without hesitation, he obeyed, lowering his body into the submissive position designed for him. He seemed to know what was coming next.
With a small smile playing on my lips, I took one last drag from my cigarette before flicking it onto his back, watching it slowly sink into his flesh. The smell of burning ash mixed with sweat and fear emanated from his body, filling the air around us. I stepped closer, allowing my presence to loom over him.
"Now then, it's time for you to perform your final task of the morning," I purred, running a finger lightly along his jawline before pressing it gently against his lips. "Open wide."
Obediently, he parted his lips, revealing his pink tongue which was already dotted with traces of dried saliva and leftover food particles. Slowly, I leaned in, feeling the warmth of his breath against my skin as I released the contents of my stomach into his mouth. It was a mixture of rich food from last night's meal and some undigested bits too.
My slave's face contorted into a mixture of disgust and fear, his mouth filling up quickly with the repulsive mixture. He knew better than to try and avoid this request though; the consequences were too harsh to bear. One wrong move and he'd find himself on the receiving end of my wrath instead.
As he struggled to swallow it all down, I watched carefully, savoring every moment of his humiliation. His cheeks hollowed out as he forced himself to swallow it all, tears trickling down his face. I allowed him a brief moment to catch his breath before ordering him again, "Now, finish it."
His tongue darted out, desperately trying to extract any remaining taste from my shit before swallowing it down once more. It took several minutes for him to finish but eventually, there was nothing left in his mouth except for the taste of me. I straightened up, feeling satisfied by his ordeal.
"Good boy," I praised softly, running my fingers through his hair. "Now get back to what you were doing before."
He nodded quickly, returning to his position as my footrest, his eyes fixed on the floor in front of him. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for using him in such a demeaning way, but the power I held over him was too intoxicating not to indulge in.
The rest of the day passed in a blur, filled with more tasks and demands from me. Despite the constant humiliation he faced, he never once complained or questioned why he was in this position. It was clear that he belonged to me, body and soul.
As the sun set outside my window, casting a warm glow over us, I knew that tomorrow would bring new experiences and challenges for both of us. My slave would continue to serve me faithfully, willing to do whatever it took to please me. And I, as his Mistress, would continue to push him further than he ever thought possible—knowing full well that he would always come back for more.
