As the evening progressed, Mistress Antonella's eyes were drawn to her slave. She had been entertaining guests all night, but her thoughts kept returning to him. He had been waiting patiently, kneeling before her with his head bowed in submission. Antonella decided it was time to reward her slave.
She walked over to him, her hips swaying seductively. She lowered herself down until she was eye level with him, her chest practically pressed against his forehead. With a seductive smile, she reached into a dish and pulled out a black pearl of Caviar. She held it up, letting it glisten in the candlelight between her index and middle finger.
"Here you go, my little slave. This is the Caviar of Goddess. I'm going to put it where it belongs," she purred as she lowered the caviar onto his tongue. Her slave's eyes widened in surprise as the salty, creamy texture exploded on his taste buds. Antonella ran her fingers through his hair, savoring the way he reacted to her touch.
Feeling satisfied, Antonella returned to her guests, leaving the slave kneeling in front of her. After a few more minutes, she returned with a tray laden with tempting treats. There was a banana sliced in half lengthwise, grapes spilling out of a crystal bowl, thick slices of cake slathered with cream, and another dish filled with Caviar. Antonella placed the tray in front of her slave.
"Eat it all," she commanded, her voice dripping with authority. The slave began to consume the food, his eyes never leaving Antonella's. As he finished each morsel, he awaited her next command.
Antonella moved behind him, her hands deftly undoing the buttons of his pants. She reached inside and wrapped her fingers around his hard cock, causing him to gasp. Antonella pumped him slowly, her thumb brushing against his sensitive flesh.
"Do you want to cum for me, slave?" she asked, her breath hot against his ear.
"Yes, Mistress Antonella," he whispered, arching his back towards her.
"Count to ten," she instructed as she continued to work him. "And when you get to ten, you may cum."
The slave began to count, his hips bucking against Antonella's hand in time with his words. As he reached ten, Antonella released him and moved back. The slave cried out in frustration, shooting his load onto the floor. He looked up hopefully at Antonella, wondering if there was more.
"There's more?" she asked with mock surprise. "I didn't realize you would like that so much." She smiled wickedly and scooped up some of his cum from the floor, bringing it to her mouth. She opened her lips wide, inviting him to taste himself.
"Drink it."
The slave hesitated for a moment before leaning forward and using his tongue to lap up his cum from Antonella's palm. As he swallowed, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction wash over him. He couldn't believe he'd done it, but he also couldn't deny the rush of pleasure he'd felt.
"Good boy," Antonella purred, running her fingers through his hair once more. She leaned down and whispered into his ear, "Your next task is to clean up this mess. Make sure every drop is accounted for."
Feeling both thrilled and terrified, the slave began to clean up the caviar and his own cum, every movement a testament to his loyalty and obedience to Mistress Antonella.
