As Mistress Gaia, I stood before my personal slave, a bound figure laying on a wooden trunk. My gaze locked onto him; wetting my lips anticipating the upcoming gift he would be given. He was tied securely to the trunk, his arms stretched above his head, unable to move. It was clear from the look in his eyes that he knew what was expected of him; to clean the soles of my boots with his tongue.
As I observed him working, I noticed his tongue's ineffectiveness. It wasn't moving with the speed or agility it once had, and was struggling to clean the dirt from beneath my boots. I knew he was feeling the strain, his stiffened posture suggesting he couldn't move even if he wanted to. It saddened me to see this once magnificent specimen age before my very eyes. However, I couldn't let it affect me too much; he was still my property, and his duty was to serve me faithfully until the very end.
My boots slowly became untouched, dirt and grime left unmoved on the leather. Glancing down at him, I decided enough was enough. My slave needed help in his task, and quickly. Reaching down, I removed the funnel from its resting place on the ground and approached him.
"Open your mouth," I commanded in a low voice. My slave complied without question, opening his mouth to receive the sweet nectar that waited within the funnel. Instantly, the warm liquid filled his mouth, quenching his thirst and giving him newfound energy.
"Good boy," I whispered before moving away from him. As I watched him gulp down each drop of the golden fluid, I felt a twinge of guilt inside. His thirst was far greater than mine, but it was a necessity for his continued obedience.
My full bladder ached with the need to release its contents. As I stood there, considering my next move, I noticed something else that could aid in his servitude. I smiled to myself, recalling how desperate he was for any form of relief. Stepping closer to him once more, I squatted down, releasing a loud and pungent fart towards his face.
"Now breathe in, slave," I ordered as the odor filled the air between us. His nose twitched in disgust, yet he knew better than to disobey me. With reluctance, he lowered his head, his nose taking in the full force of my fart. It was not just one, but a symphony of smells that wafted past him; sour and potent like a rotting flower.
Feeling satisfied with his obedience, I continued my business. Standing up slowly, I turned around, giving him a clear view of my rear end. "Your next gift awaits," I purred as I felt something solid forming inside.
My slave's eyes widened in anticipation as he caught sight of what was about to come. Without giving him time to react, I released a large piece of shit from my body. It fell directly into his open mouth, his eyes widening in shock. Instinctively, his tongue moved to catch it as it fell, and he swallowed quickly.
"What are you waiting for?" I snapped, glaring at him. He knew better than to waste any of my gifts. However, another piece emerged from me, this one smaller than the first. Closing his eyes, he opened his mouth, eager to receive it. As the warm, slimy mass touched his tongue, he swallowed it quickly.
I watched him swallow both gifts, my mind whirring with thoughts of how much more he could handle. Smiling cruelly, I released another, larger turd, letting it drop directly into his waiting mouth. It seemed I had been too generous with him today, and my slave struggled to keep up. Yet he continued on until every last bit of my offering was consumed.
As he lay there, breathing heavily, I could almost see the feelings of gratitude and submission swirling in his eyes. His tongue scraped the remnants of my gifts off the inside of his mouth, ensuring they were all gone. Each gulp he took told me he was ready for more, even as his body betrayed him with its trembling muscles and aching limbs.
"Thank you, Mistress," he murmured weakly. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes.
"Don't thank me yet, slave," I snapped, relishing the power I held over him. "You still have many more tasks to complete." And with that, I left him there, tied to the trunk, his mind lost in a haze of obedience and the foreign taste of my offerings.
