On the sixth day of Christmas, my slave had the audacity to don a scowling "Bah Humbug" t-shirt. As much as it irked me, I couldn't help but find his disdain for the holidays somewhat endearing. After all, my little rebel was mine to control and humiliate as I pleased.
But then he crossed the line; his blasphemous attire coupled with an annoyed expression made it clear that he was defying me. And so, I decided it was time to teach him a lesson about the true meaning of the holiday season.
Without warning, I reached down to unfasten my pants and lowered my underwear. I walked up to him, towering over him with confidence, my cock dangling in front of him like a specter. He stared up at me with wide eyes, realizing what was about to happen.
"Aren't you going to say anything, slave?" I taunted him. But he remained silent, probably too frightened to speak or move. Good. Let him sweat it out.
Slowly, I closed the distance between us until our faces were almost touching. His warm breath caressed my skin, sending shivers down my spine. Then, without further ado, I grabbed onto his hair and yanked his head back forcefully as he let out a muffled gasp.
I wrapped one hand around his throat, cutting off his air supply for a moment as punishment for his disobedience. Then, with my other hand, I began to furiously unload all over his chest and stomach. It was one of the biggest shits I've ever taken on camera, leaving a messy trail of shit all over his body.
The hot stench of my feces filled the air as my slave averted his eyes, unable to look at me. Tears began to well up in them, mixing with the sweat that now coated his face. As I stood back to admire my handiwork, I had to admit—it felt good to have him under my control, broken and humiliated.
I couldn't help but chuckle darkly at the irony; here he was, covered in disgusting filth with a face that mirrored pure terror. And yet...there was still something about him that drew me in. Maybe it was his defiance or perhaps it was his innocence turned into nothing but filth by my hand.
I smiled coldly at him before reaching down to scoop up some of the shit from his chest and rub it into his face, tracing the lines of his scarred cheekbones. "Merry fucking Christmas, slave," I said gleefully, tossing the rest of the shit at him.
He shuddered under my gaze, apron strings cutting into his wrists as he stood there, motionless. The fire crackled in front of us, casting sinister shadows upon the walls. I couldn't wait to see what other surprises I could prepare for him all throughout the holidays.
