As the day progressed, Mistress Jolene found herself growing increasingly frustrated with her slave's constant complaints about hunger, despite having already fed him a satisfying turkey dinner. Determined to teach him a lesson, she decided to make him truly earn his next meal.
"You're lucky I even bothered to cook for you," she snapped, stalking over to the kitchen counter where he stood, head bowed in submission. "But since you seem to have such a voracious appetite, I think it's time I fed you properly."
Her eyes gleamed with amusement as she peeled off her panties and bent over the counter, presenting her plump ebony ass to him. "You're going to eat like a king tonight, my slave," she purred. "But first... you must learn to appreciate the true flavor of shit."
Slowly, she parted her ass cheeks, revealing the glistening orifice of her tight rectum. "Go on," she urged, her voice taking on a husky, seductive tone. "Taste it. Tongue my asshole clean."
The slave obeyed without hesitation, pushing his face deeper into his mistress's crevasse, savoring the musky taste that filled his senses. Meanwhile, Mistress Jolene retrieved a large kitchen cloth from the drawer beside her and began to form her burrito.
"First things first," she murmured, sauntering back over to the counter. She placed half of the rectal paste she had prepared onto the tortilla, smearing it around with her fingers before folding one end over the other. "It's important to start with a good base."
Working quickly yet methodically, she continued to fill the tortilla, adding more of the warm silky shit to each fold until it was almost bursting with their contents. Alongside her, the slave stood stiffly, his eyes locked on the gyrating curve of his mistress's behind as she concentrated on her task.
At last, Mistress Jolene stepped back, admiring her handiwork with a broad smile. "Now for the finishing touches," she purred, grabbing a bowl from the counter and spooning in generous helpings of salsa, sour cream, and cheese. She slid the burrito onto a plate before returning to the counter once more.
"Open wide," she commanded, her voice low and seductive. The slave did as he was told, and she placed the steamy burrito before him, the thick tortilla extending over both edges of the plate.
"Eat slowly, my slave," she murmured with a wicked grin. "After all, there's nothing quite like this flavor."
With that final taunt, she turned and walked away, leaving her slave to devour his meal in silence. As he bit into the soft tortilla and tasted the unique blend of flavors, he felt both humiliated and aroused, knowing that he was at the mercy of his mistress's twisted desires. But for now, the warmth of the burrito in his belly and the taste of fresh shit on his tongue were enough to keep him going.
