The Filthy Swine Devoured Every Last Morsel of His Mistress’s Waste
Mistress Jardena
LUDOVICA LUXURY – A BIRTHDAY CAKE LIKE NO OTHER (HD)
Today marks my slave’s birthday—though I’d be lying if I said I remembered it on my own. He’s hardly important enough to occupy my thoughts, let alone my calendar. Still, I’m fairly certain the date is today. I summon him while he’s elbow-deep in dishwater, and within seconds, he’s crawling to me on all fours, eager as a loyal hound. I ask if it’s truly his birthday, and he nods, eyes shining with pathetic hope. Fine—since it’s his special day, I decide to be generous for once. I let him kiss my shoes, just for amusement, then I tell him: I didn’t order a cake, but don’t worry, I have a far more personal idea. I dangle a candle before his eyes, and the fool actually thinks I baked something myself. As if I’d waste my time on him. I laugh—but my version of baking is… unconventional. I command him to lie flat on the floor, and as a birthday treat, I grant him the privilege of licking my ass while he fantasizes about the cake to come. I don’t dawdle. I order him to open wide, and I release my gift directly into his mouth—there it is, my masterpiece. It floods his mouth, smears his cheeks, coats his chin. I take the candle, plant it atop the heap, light it, and sing “Happy Birthday” between bursts of laughter. But we’re not done. A cake is meant to be eaten, isn’t it? I didn’t go through all that effort for nothing. I settle beside him and let him savor every bite. Yet this ungrateful swine starts retching, and half of my gift comes back up. How insulting. I seize him, grind his face into the mess of shit and vomit, and roar: You don’t waste a single crumb of your Mistress’s cake! I storm off, leaving him with strict orders to finish every last morsel before I return. The Mistress’s divine creation is never wasted—got it?
