Mistress Isabella returned from a long trip to Milan, and her mood was sour. As she stepped into her luxurious penthouse, she couldn't help but feel disappointed in her slave. He was supposed to take care of everything while she was away, but instead, she found him lying on the couch, doing nothing but watching TV.
"Get up, you worthless piece of shit!" she yelled, towering over him. "I can't believe you're still here!"
The slave scrambled to his feet, head bowed in shame. "I'm sorry, Mistress," he muttered. "I tried my best, but I couldn't-"
"Couldn't what?" she interrupted him, her voice dripping with contempt. "You couldn't even clean this place properly? You call yourself a slave?"
Sighing heavily, she turned her back on him, ready to leave. "Florence, you say? Fine. I'll go there by myself. You're useless anyway."
But as she walked towards the door, something caught her eye – her beautiful, well-groomed asshole reflected in the mirror. A sinful smile curled on her lips as an idea popped into her head.
"Wait," she called out, turning back to face her slave. "Maybe you're not entirely useless after all."
Her gaze roamed over his body, taking in every inch of him. She bit her lower lip, lost in thought for a moment. "You know what, slave?" she purred. "I've decided to keep you after all. But only for one purpose."
He trembled under her gaze, not daring to ask what she had in mind. "You're going to worship my asshole," she said, her voice low and threatening. "You're going to lick it, kiss it, and make it say 'Mistress Isabella is the queen of the world!'"
The slave's heart hammered against his chest, but he nodded obediently. Anything to please his Mistress.
She walked towards him, her hips swaying seductively. "Now," she said, towering over him once more. "I want you to take off my clothes."
With shaking hands, he began to undress her, his eyes never leaving her divine behind. As he did so, he couldn't help but notice that it indeed resembled a cigar – thick and bulky at the top, tapering towards the bottom.
"That's it," she said softly. "Now get down on your knees and show me how much you adore my asshole." Her voice was like honey to his ears, even as his heart pounded with fear.
Slowly, he lowered himself to his knees, his tongue already tracing the line of her crack. He ran his tongue up her slit, tasting her sweetness as he went higher. And then, he pressed his lips to the puckered rim of her asshole, feeling her muscles tighten around his lips.
"That's it, slave," she moaned, arching her back in pleasure. "Eat my ass like you mean it."
He opened his mouth wide, taking in as much of her asshole as he could, feeling her heat and wetness on his tongue. With each lick and kiss, he praised her beauty and power, his words spilling out in a stream of adoration.
"Mistress Isabella is the queen of the world!" he declared, his voice echoing through the room. "Her asshole is the most magnificent sight I've ever seen! It's like a cigar, ready to be enjoyed!"
She let out a slow, satisfied moan, her fingers running through his hair. "That's better," she whispered. "Now keep sucking on my ass. Make me beg for more."
As he continued to worship her most private parts, she watched him intensely, her eyes glinting with pleasure. She couldn't believe how good this felt – having someone kneeling at her feet, worshipping her most intimate parts, while she did nothing but enjoy the show.
For hours, she held him there, his tongue never leaving her asshole for even a second. And when she finally climaxed, her words were echoing in his ears.
"Yes, slurp away, my little slave!" she cried out, her body shaking with pleasure. "You're the best cocksucker I've ever had!"
Spent and satisfied, she finally allowed him to stand up. "Now," she said, smirking. "You can pack my things for Florence."
Her slave nodded gratefully, still in a daze from the incredible experience. He had never known such pleasure – or humiliation – as he had that day, but he knew that he would do anything for Mistress Isabella.
As he packed her clothes, he couldn't help but think about their next encounter. Would she have him worship her asshole again? Or would she have something else in store for him? One thing was for sure – he couldn't wait to find out.
