Anna Property: Teaching My Slave a Lesson with My Shit
As the sun began to set on the expansive grounds of Anna Property, a sense of unease permeated the air. Within the grand manor house, a mistress by the name of Anna stood before a full-length mirror, her eyes narrowed in contemplation. She was dressed in an elegant evening gown that hugged her curves temptingly, while her hair cascaded down in flowing waves, perfectly framing her sharp features.
Anna was not one to tolerate incompetence, and her current slave had failed to meet her expectations. With a disdainful click of her tongue, she turned away from the mirror, making her way through the opulent halls of her estate. Her heels clacked against the marble floors as she approached the servant's quarters, her anger barely contained.
Upon reaching her slave's chamber, Anna found him kneeling by the side of the bed, his head bowed in submission. However, she could see the fear in his eyes as he anticipated her wrath. She glared at him, her cold stare piercing through his soul.
"You call yourself my slave?" She hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "You are nothing but a disappointment."
Without further explanation, Anna approached her slave, who instinctively leaned back, trying to escape her grasp. But she was too quick for him, snatching him up by his collar and forcefully pushing him to his knees.
"You will learn your place," she hissed, her voice low and menacing. "And the only way you'll ever serve me properly is if you learn what it truly means to be mine."
Reaching down, Anna grasped the hem of her dress, lifting it up just enough to expose her bare ass to her slave. His eyes bulged in horror as he saw what she was about to do.
"Eat my shit," she commanded, her voice cold and emotionless. "And when you're finished, crawl back to me on your knees, and apologize for your incompetence."
The slave's eyes darted around frantically, seeking any escape from this humiliating situation. But there was none. Reluctantly, he lowered his head, his lips trembling as he prepared to obey his mistress's perverted command.
As the slave's tongue made contact with Anna's tight ass, she closed her eyes, savoring the moment. This was power. This was control. And she would not hesitate to use it to break him if that's what it took to make him the perfect slave.
As he lapped up her feces, Anna stood over him, her face a mask of impassivity. Deep down, she knew that she was pushing him to his limits, but she didn't care. He was hers, and he would do as she commanded.
When the slave had finished, Anna stepped back, her eyes raking over his defiled form. He crawled back to her on his knees, his head bowed in submission.
"Speak," she commanded, her voice laced with menace.
"Mistress," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I am unworthy of your attention. Please, punish me as you see fit."
Anna considered her options for a moment, toying with the idea of further humiliating her slave. But for now, she decided, he had learned his lesson. With one final glare, she dismissed him, leaving him cowering in the corner of his cell.
As she made her way back to her chambers, her mind was filled with thoughts of her next move. Her slave would be trained, one way or another. And when he finally became the obedient little toy she desired, she would make sure he knew just how grateful he should be for her attention.
The End
