Seated gracefully on my lavish sling, I gaze down at one of my devoted slaves, kneeling obediently at my feet. His eyes flicker with anticipation, unsure of what awaits him today. Time is precious, so I waste none. With a deliberate motion, I draw my dirt-streaked feet closer to his face, letting him absorb their state. No words are necessary—his tongue instinctively extends, ready to serve. I press my soles against his tongue, but dissatisfaction creeps in; it’s insufficient for my standards. Annoyed, I redirect his purpose. “Enough with the feet,” I command sharply. “Focus elsewhere. Clean my asshole. Thoroughly.” He obeys instantly, his mouth widening in fearful submission. Without hesitation, I release the first offering directly into his throat, savoring the moment as he swallows. My smile widens with satisfaction, but the indulgence doesn’t end there. I unleash a torrent, filling his mouth until it overflows, cascading down his face in chaotic streams. Waste is intolerable. With precision, I gather every stray drop from his cheeks and shove it back into his mouth, demanding he consumes it all. His gagging mirrors his struggle, though his discomfort amuses me. Time, however, is fleeting, and his sluggish pace wears on my patience. A decision is made. “Open again,” I order. This third serving comes with a twist—a golden stream to quench his thirst. His efforts falter, but that’s no concern of mine. Rising with effortless poise, I cast him a disdainful glance. “You have ten minutes,” I declare. “Fail to finish, and consequences will follow.” With a final, triumphant smirk, I depart, leaving him submerged in his duties, my satisfaction evident in every graceful step.
