The sun was just beginning to rise as I awoke, feeling a sense of anticipation building within me. Today was going to be a special day, filled with decadent indulgences and perverse pleasures. I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake my cherished submissive, and made my way to the kitchen.
The first order of business was preparing breakfast; however, I had other plans in mind for my submissive. Glancing at the shiny tin on the kitchen countertop, an idea came to me. I grinned wickedly, my heart racing with excitement. Today, I would make my submissive eat caviar out of my ass.
With meticulous care, I spread out a small terrace and arranged all the necessary tools: the caviar tin, a silver spoon, a brand-new toilet paper roll, and some cotton balls. Next, kneeling down by the bed, I gently nudged my sleeping partner awake. Their eyes fluttered open slowly as they registered my presence and the unusual setting. Confusion mixed with fear as they looked around, trying to understand what was happening.
"Wake up, my love," I purred softly, running a soothing hand over their head. "It's time for breakfast."
As they sat up, blinking sleepily, I pressed a finger to my lips, signaling them to remain quiet. Then, reaching under the covers, I guided them towards the terrace set-up on the floor. Once they were kneeling before it, their eyes widening in understanding, I leaned in closer.
"Don't worry," I whispered reassuringly. "I won't make you eat it all. Just a little taste to start."
My submissive's lips trembled slightly as they slowly reached out to the tin. Their fingers shook as they opened it, revealing the round, black pearls nestled inside. I watched eagerly as they scooped some onto the silver spoon and brought it up to their mouth, tentatively tasting the salty caviar. Their eyes widened, and their mouth formed an "O" of surprise.
"Told you," I smirked darkly. "It's an acquired taste."
Slowly, I leaned back onto the couch, spreading my legs invitingly. My submissive's eyes were drawn to the golden dusting of caviar residue still clinging to my ass cheeks. A whimper escaped their lips as they realized what was expected of them.
"Do it," I commanded, my voice low and imposing. "Eat my ass."
With shaking hands, they reached out to the caviar on the spoon and hesitated before slowly lowering it towards my asshole. Their touch sent shivers down my spine as they gently pressed the spoon against me. The cool, metallic sensation combined with their touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through me.
"Go on," I urged, my voice ragged with need. "Taste it."
My submissive's hands were trembling as they eased the spoon into my ass, the cool caviar splashing against my sensitive insides. I gasped, arching my back and tilting my hips towards them. The feeling was beyond exquisite, and I could feel myself growing wet with desire.
As they carefully scooped up more caviar, I leaned forward, offering them my own mouth. Hungrily, they accepted the offering, their tongue dancing against mine as they tasted the saltiness left on my lips. The sensations were overwhelming, and I knew we were both running dangerously close to the edge.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they pulled away, the spoon clattering onto the terrace as they hurriedly wiped their mouth. Their face was flushed, and their breathing was ragged. We stared at each other for a long moment, the weight of our shared desire almost palpable in the air.
"Excellent work," I proclaimed, reaching over to pat them on the head. "Now it's my turn. Kneel up and wash yourself clean."
Obediently, my submissive leaned forward, presenting their still-soaked ass to me. Gingerly, I ran my fingers through the remaining caviar, collecting a generous amount on the new toilet paper roll. Then, grasping my submissive by the hips, I roughly thrust two fingers into their tight asshole, feeling them twitch beneath my touch.
"MMM," I moaned, reaching down to rub my soaking wet cunt against their ass. "So fucking tight."
Without warning, I pulled my fingers free, leaving them moaning softly in protest. Then, squeezing the toilet paper roll tightly, I aimed and released a generous stream of caviar-soaked toilet paper onto my cherished submissive's face. They sputtered in surprise, their head twisting from side to side as they tried to avoid the shower of messy goodness.
Finally, when they were sufficiently covered, I stepped back, admiring my handiwork. They were a beautiful mess, reminding me of the pleasure and power I held over them. As I licked the last traces of caviar from my lips, I knew that our day was only just beginning.
"Now," I purred, running my fingers along the curve of my submissive's jaw. "How about a nice, long massage?"
