Mistress Ann sat on a throne-like chair, her eyes locked on the pathetic man kneeling before her. He was trembling with anticipation, his stomach growling audibly as he awaited his mistress's command. His eyes darted between Mistress Ann and the golden platter sitting on the table beside him. The platter was filled with delicious-smelling food, but it was the small, shiny pot at its center which held his attention.
"Are you ready for your meal, slave?" Mistress Ann whispered huskily, a playful glint in her eye. The slave nodded fervently, unable to tear his gaze away from the pot. It contained something brown and lumpy, but he knew better than to ask what it was.
"Then open wide," Mistress Ann commanded. The slave parted his lips obediently, his tongue flicking nervously against the roof of his mouth. With a deliciously cruel smile, Mistress Ann picked up the pot and tilted it directly over his gaping mouth.
The warm, thick liquid spilled onto his tongue and down his throat, causing his stomach to churn. It tasted disgusting, like rotten eggs, but he forced himself to swallow. Slowly, the pot emptied, and Mistress Ann set it back down on the platter with a satisfied smile.
The slave looked up at his mistress, his eyes pleading for mercy. But Mistress Ann just laughed and ruffled his hair affectionately. "You did so well," she purred, reaching for a napkin to wipe his chin. She leaned in close, her warm breath against his ear. "Now let's see how you can take the real thing."
With that, she picked up an enormous metal dildo from the table next to her. The slave's eyes widened in terror as he watched his mistress approach, the cold metal gleaming in the candlelight. But he said nothing, knowing better than to disobey her.
Mistress Ann positioned herself behind the slave, her hands on his hips. She guided him until his asscheeks were spread wide, exposing his tight, reddish entrance. Then, with a malicious grin, she slowly inserted the massive dildo into his anus.
The slave cried out in pain, tears streaming down his cheeks. But Mistress Ann continued to thrust it deeper, her muscles tensing as she worked it inside him. Finally, with a powerful heave, she pushed the entire length into his rectum. The slave moaned and shook, feeling the cold metal pushing against his prostate.
Mistress Ann withdrew the dildo slowly, watching in satisfaction as his anal muscles clenched and unclenched rhythmically around it. Then, with a sudden jolt, she pushed it all the way back in, hitting his prostate with a force that made him gasp.
She repeated this motion over and over, each time driving the dildo deeper, harder, until the slave was reduced to a sobbing, quivering mess. Finally, with one last thrust, Mistress Ann pulled the dildo out and left it lying beside them, spent and satisfied.
"Excellent work, slave," she said, brushing a lock of hair from his face. "Now clean up that mess and prepare for our next session." And with that, she stood up and walked away, leaving the slave to clean up the aftermath of theirsession.
