With a grateful smile, the emaciated slave stroked his mistress's thighs and licked the remnants of peanut butter from the mask that covered his face. He could only imagine the delicious meal to come as his mistress, the sadistic queen of all he surveyed, adjusted herself on the throne, preparing for her next course.
With an evil smirk and a wink, she leaned over, her voluptuous body almost spilling out of the ornate dress she wore, revealing flashes of black lace and leather. Her shoulder-length hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, framing her porcelain-white face. Her full red lips parted slightly as she opened her mouth wide, preparing to unleash the putrid concoction that had been slowly churning in her stomach.
With a hacking cough, the queen gagged out a stream of semi-digested honey and muffin crumbs onto her open palm. It was a sickly sweet mixture that revolted any normal person, but to the starved slave, it was a culinary delight. His tongue rolled out, eagerly waiting to taste the exotic treat as she lowered her hand towards his open mouth.
Slowly and sensually, she guided the mixture towards his waiting tongue, savoring the moment of power she held over him. As the putrid, warm mess touched the tip of his tongue, he closed his eyes and let out a moan of pleasure. The taste was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, but he couldn't get enough of it.
With practiced ease, the queen used her free hand to stroke his cheek, tracing gentle circles as he lapped up every last drop of her disgusting offering. As he finished, she pulled her hand back with a satisfied grin, wiping her palm clean on his mask.
"That was just an appetizer, my little slave," she purred, leaning in closer still. The emaciated man trembled with anticipation as she slid one hand between them, teasingly caressing his growing erection through his ragged loincloth. "Now it's time for the main course."
