Mistress Gaia was in a playful mood today. She had a slave, or rather, a pig, waiting for her in her chamber. The pig was fat and flabby, his face burrowed deep into the pillow as if he was hoping to become one with it. His eyes glanced nervously in her direction whenever she moved.
She motioned for him to look at her and he obeyed, fearful of her wrath. Mistress Gaia wore an alluring outfit that only served to emphasize her dominant presence. She smiled cruelly, her red lips curling into a mocking sneer.
"So, you want to be my toilet-slave, do you?" she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. The pig trembled in response, nodding vigorously. "Well then," she continued, "be thankful that's all you're allowed to do."
Mistress Gaia walked over to a nearby table where she had prepared her breakfast. She smiled devilishly as she scooped up a generous portion of shit, watching as the pig's eyes widened in horror. "You know what they say," she chuckled, "pigs love to roll in mud." She placed some shit on his mask, the pigkin trembling uncontrollably.
"Time to play, my little piggy," she grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Lick it up," she commanded, gesturing towards the mound of feces on her mask. The pigkin hesitated before starting to lick slowly, his tongue barely making contact with the cold, hard surface. It was obvious that he was doing his best not to taste anything.
"Faster!" Mistress Gaia urged impatiently. She stepped closer and grabbed a chunk of the shit, smearing it across the pig's lips. The taste of it made him gag, but he couldn't spit it out. Mistress Gaia leaned in seductively. "I think you need some encouragement," she whispered before taking another handful of shit and stuffing it into his mouth.
The pig gagged and choked, struggling to breathe. The smell was nauseating, but he couldn't vomit. Mistress Gaia watched with amusement as he squirmed beneath her gaze. Then, she noticed something. "Are you trying to tell me you can't handle your master's gift?" she asked mockingly.
The pig shook his head frantically. He could feel the shit churning in his stomach, but it wouldn't come up. "Then prove it," Mistress Gaia challenged. She stepped back and waited, her eyes fixed on the pig's pleading gaze.
Much to her surprise, the pig began to stroke his tiny cock. A moment later, he let out a sharp groan and spurted his cum onto the floor. It was pathetic, really - more like wetting himself than pleasuring his partner.
Mistress Gaia laughed heartily. "You truly are a pathetic excuse for a man," she chuckled, shaking her head. She turned and walked away, dismissing the pig from her presence. As she left the room, she couldn't help but wonder if there were any other 'humans' out there who were fit to serve her. Clearly, this one was nothing but a disappointment.
