Mistress Gaia was in a rush today, but she couldn't leave her slave behind. She had spent hours training him, teaching him to worship her every inch and admire the beauty of his body. Gaia's slave lay on the floor, his eyes locked on her goddess-like form as she strutted towards him in her stilettos. His mouth opened in anticipation, eager to please his Mistress even though he knew it would mean submitting to her again.
"Come now," Mistress Gaia commanded, her lilting voice almost musical. "Lie down on your belly like a good little slave."
The slave obliged without hesitation, knowing the consequences of disobeying. He felt the cool air of the room brush against his skin as he lowered himself onto the floor. He reached behind him to spread his cheeks wide apart, presenting himself to her as she pleased. He watched as she unzipped her skirt, revealing her perfect, round ass covered in sheer black panties. His tongue ached for the taste of her, and he wondered what she would make him do this time.
"It seems you've been practicing," Mistress Gaia said, noting his eager posture. She stepped forward, placing one foot on his back and another on his hips. He moaned as he felt her weight press down on him, but he tried not to move too much. He had no choice but to accept her dominance if he wanted to stay in her good graces.
Gaia pressed her heel against his chest, forcing him to look up at her. She smiled down at him, her deep red lips curling into a sinister smirk. "I've been thinking about what we could do while you clean my soles," she purred. "Why don't you show me how fast you can swallow?"
Without another word, she grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his face towards her. He squealed as she positioned herself over his mouth, her perfect behind hovering just above his tongue. "Swallow," she commanded again, this time more urgently. The smell of her ass filled his nostrils, making him salivate uncontrollably. He opened his mouth wide, hungrily awaiting the first taste of his Mistress's ass.
She grinned wickedly before slowly lowering herself onto his face. His tongue lapped at her folds, tasting the salty mixture of sweat and sex that clung to her skin. He moaned around her anus, desperate to show her how much he loved being her slave. He lapped eagerly, cleaning every inch of her ass and pushing his tongue as far in as he could.
Mistress Gaia watched him with blazing eyes, feeling his tongue dance across her tender skin. She let out a low, appreciative hum before pulling away with a sharp jerk. "That's enough," she said sternly, not bothering to disguise her disappointment.
The slave whimpered, his eyes wide with confusion. "Was it not fast enough, Mistress?" he asked, his voice tiny in comparison to her commanding tone.
"No, it wasn't," she said, shaking her head slightly. "But we don't have time today. You've done well, slave," she added, her voice softening slightly. "Remember this when you're next in my presence."
With that, Mistress Gaia stood up straight, adjusting her skirt and smoothed down her hair. She turned away from him, her heels clicking against the floor as she walked towards the exit. She didn't look back, but he could feel her gaze on him as she left the room.
The slave stayed on the floor for several minutes, contemplating what he had just done and what it meant for their future sessions. As he sat up and began to clean himself off, he felt a strange mixture of pride and shame wash over him. Despite her harsh words, he knew that he would do anything she asked of him—because she was his Mistress, and he was hers completely.
