This morning, after an unforgettable party at my residence, I awoke to utter chaos: the bathrooms were completely blocked, courtesy of my overzealous guests from the night before. The plumber? Predictably unreachable. Without hesitation, I summoned my devoted servant, who arrived with that unmistakable air of submission, already anticipating the trials of the day. I gestured toward the bathroom, where a mountain of toilet paper stood as a testament to the night’s excess. His eyes widened—a mix of apprehension and unwavering loyalty. "Today’s your lucky day," I teased with a sly grin. "Your Mistress requires a uniquely personal service." I directed him to lie on the floor while I reclined on the couch, legs elegantly positioned, fully in control. "Last night’s indulgence in raw fish might’ve been a bit excessive," I warned, preparing him for what was to come. With a deliberate effort, I delivered an unapologetically creamy offering. He remained steadfast, knowing his sole purpose was to serve me—his devotion almost amusing. Almost. But I wasn’t finished. I lit a cigarette, inhaled deeply, and commanded, "Mouth open. You’re my ashtray now." He obeyed without hesitation, trembling slightly as the ash fell directly into his waiting mouth. Perfection. "There’s more," I declared, and with seamless fluidity, I allowed a warm stream of my golden essence to flow effortlessly into his throat. He swallowed every drop of my precious gift without question, and I couldn’t help but laugh. "See? You were born for this." The cigarette sparked one final urge, and I bestowed upon him a closing masterpiece. A few more deliberate movements, with him lying there, mouth agape like a sacred vessel, and I was finally sated. "Well done, slave," I remarked, extinguishing the cigarette. "Remain on standby. If the plumber continues to evade me, you know who I’ll call." With a regal wave, I dismissed him, leaving him marked by my essence. As for me? I felt nothing short of divine.
