Mistress Gaia, a tall and statuesque woman, was preparing for the arrival of her slave after an extended period of absence. The slave had been gone for three long months, traveling around the world on vacation, oblivious to the anticipation building up within his mistress.
As she waited by the door, she imagined the scene that was about to unfold. She pictured her slave kneeling at her feet, tears of joy and gratitude welling up in his eyes as he gazed upon her once again. He wouldn't be able to help himself; he would fall to the ground, prostrate before her, worshiping the very ground she walked on.
Finally, the doorbell rang, signaling the end of his journey and the beginning of his servitude. With a gleam in her eye, Mistress Gaia walked towards the door, ready to welcome him back into her world.
When she opened the door, there he was - her old slave, younger and more eager than ever before. He crawled towards her, his head bowed low, almost touching the floor. "My Lord," he whispered softly, "I have returned."
"Get up, slave," she commanded sternly, enjoying the sight of him struggling to stand erect on legs that trembled with excitement. The moment he stood before her, she noticed the changes in his appearance. His skin glistened under the sun, his muscles toned from all the traveling he had done. It only made her day more exciting.
She smiled wickedly as she ordered him to remove his clothes. Naked and exposed, he stood before her, his body shaking with anticipation. She admired his perfect form for a moment before revealing what lay ahead. "You have been gone for too long," she hissed through clenched teeth, eyes flashing dangerously.
Pulling out a fresh pair of high heels from a nearby closet, she motioned for him to kneel down once more. She placed one foot in his hands, gently moving them up and down her leg as she felt the smooth leather caress her skin. It wasn't enough though; she wanted more.
"Lick my shoe," she commanded softly.
His tongue darted nervously between his lips as he looked up at her, pleading with his eyes. But he knew better than to disobey her. With a deep breath, he leaned forward and pressed his tongue against the leather of her shoe, licking it clean from the sole all the way up to the shaft.
Satisfied with his work, Mistress Gaia pulled her foot away and slipped the other one off, revealing her bare feet. "Now, slave, please pick up the plate on the floor." She chuckled softly as she watched him scoop up the plate with what remained of her shit. "Now, taste it, slave."
With trembling hands, he picked up the plate and held it before him, gazing at the mess inside for a moment before bending over and scooping some into his mouth. The taste was foul, disgusting even, but he swallowed it as best he could, knowing that this was his punishment for disobeying her.
As he continued to consume the remains of her shit, Mistress Gaia walked towards him, her footsteps echoing off the hardwood floors. She watched as he struggled to keep up with her pace, almost stumbling over himself to keep up.
"Such a pathetic creature you are," she laughed, "always so eager to please." She stooped down and grabbed a piece of shit from the plate, holding it between her fingers as she leaned in close to his face. "Now, show me how good you are at cleaning up after your mistress."
With shaking hands, he reached out and took the piece of shit, placing it on his tongue and swallowing it without hesitation. Satisfied with his obedience, Mistress Gaia nodded approvingly before motioning for him to clean the plate.
Kneeling before her once more, he used his tongue to scrub the plate clean, licking every last bit of her waste off of it. As he worked, he thought about what lay ahead - endless days and nights of worshiping her, pleasing her in whatever way she saw fit. And yet, despite the turmoil within him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of purpose, of being truly alive under her command.
Finally, the plate was clean, not a trace of her shit remaining. Satisfied with his work, Mistress Gaia nodded approvingly before turning to walk away. Without a word, the slave knew what he had to do - follow her and serve her until the end of his days.
For now though, he remained on his knees, looking up at her as she disappeared into another room. His heart raced with excitement and fear, but one thing was certain - this was where he belonged, under the control of the most dominant woman he had ever met.
