A visitor came by today—someone who’d tasted my caviar before. He managed to get it into his mouth but couldn’t swallow it. What a failure; what a waste of my divine caviar! When he begged for another chance to swallow my caviar, I hesitated to give that little shit another try. But he pleaded so desperately... He even demanded I wear a pair of panties for days beforehand, leaving plenty of my traces in them. Quite the demanding little pig. As he lay on the floor before me, I got the perverted pig hard first, then sat my ass on his face so he could savor the scent of those sexy panties and my rear. Yes, the pig loves that—it makes his cock stiff. Maybe the swallowing will go better today... though I don’t really care; if it comes to it, I’ll just apply pressure. No one disappoints the Mistress twice! I stuff the panties into his mouth and try to piss into his gaping maw to ease him in. Tough luck for him—I have a more urgent need to shit... So, he must open his swallowing-hole, and I start with a few tasty chocolates. Huh? Struggling already? The Mistress dislikes that; I suppose I’ll go straight to pressure—the hard way it is! After he takes far too long with the first few pieces, I dump the entire load into his mouth. Under duress, the slave gags down my fat turd piece by piece; why does he make it so difficult for himself? All he has to do is swallow quickly—then it’d be over, and the Mistress satisfied. A few tears even trickle down his cheeks. But I don’t care; that just drags things out. After the little piglet finally swallows everything, he must, of course, lick it all clean. Too bad for him he took so long—the shit has already dried. I don’t have all day, though, so I piss straight into his gaping maw to re-moisten it, just so we can finally finish this. In the end, the pig is actually pleased he swallowed so obediently—or so he thinks! If he ever shows his face here again, things need to go better and faster. After all, he’s nothing more than my toilet; he isn’t here for my amusement.
