The Filthy Swine Devoured Every Last Morsel of His Mistress’s Waste
Mistress Jardena
LUDOVICA LUXURY - The Brioche-Fed Toilet Slave
The day of reckoning had finally come for the slave who had begged for months through my inbox. His desperate wish was to ascend to the status of my complete human toilet. As my standards are impeccably high, I only consider those who vow to consume every offering without pause. He pledged his absolute commitment, swearing not to waste my precious time, and thus, I granted him a single opportunity. He arrived punctually. My first command was for him to shed every stitch of clothing. A devoted kiss upon my feet served as his greeting, and we proceeded without delay. I positioned him on the floor, his mouth agape in anticipation. My system was particularly burdened that morning, likely from the rich carbonara of the previous evening—a dish that lent a potent, egg-heavy pungency to what was to come. I settled upon the portable throne with him beneath me and surrendered to nature. A torrent of creamy, almost liquid filth, overwhelmingly foul, filled the air. I packed his mouth to overflowing with a yellowish-green expulsion, the hue of spoiled carbonara. Even as it spilled from the corners, I made room for a stream of my hot piss, directed straight down his throat. Once emptied, I awaited the feast he had promised. Instead, he merely chewed slowly, swallowing only a morsel. I recognized the novice's struggle; the assault on his senses was simply too much. To aid him, I took a soft brioche, loaded it with a generous portion of my waste, and presented it, hoping the vehicle would make it palatable. He managed only a few meek bites. My patience evaporated. I seized my whip and laid into his flesh with sharp, stinging blows. Only under this duress did his pace reluctantly quicken, yet a substantial amount remained. It was then I understood this fool was utterly unworthy of the honor he sought. I commanded him to smear the remainder across his chest and cock, and to pleasure himself to climax while ruining his own orgasm, a final privilege of being coated in my essence. The pathetic creature finished too swiftly, failing even to obey the command to spoil his release. My fury intensified. I left him there on the soiled floor, *** to finish his meal alone. Our farewell was permanent. He will never again behold me.
