Im comfortably seated on my elegant sling, with one of my many slaves kneeling at my feet, eagerly awaiting my commands. He doesnt yet know what his task will be today, but I dont like to waste time. With a slow, deliberate movement, I bring my feet close to his face, letting him see just how dirty they are. He gets the hint immediatelyhis tongue is already out, ready to serve, no words needed.I begin rubbing my feet across his tongue, but I quickly notice its too short to meet my standards. Annoyed, I decide to shift his focus. Enough with the feet, I snap. Focus on something else. I want you to clean my asshole. Thoroughly.He knows whats coming. With a mix of fear and obedience, he opens his mouth wide as I command. I dont hold back: the first load of caviar slides straight into his throat. I give him a moment to swallow, watching him with a smug smile. But Im not done. I cant hold back any longer, so I let it all go. His mouth fills up, and theres so much that my caviar overflows, dripping down his face in messy streaks.I dont tolerate waste. Using my fingers, I scoop up every bit from his face and shove it back into his mouth, ordering him to eat it all. He tries his best, poor thing, but his gagging betrays him. Not that I carehis struggles dont faze me. After a while, though, I start to get bored. Hes too slow, and my time is precious.I make a decision. Open again, I command. For the third time, I fill his mouth, but this time I add a special touch: a stream of my golden champagne to quench his thirst. He struggles to keep up, but thats not my problem. I stand up, look at him with disdain, and deliver an ultimatum: Ill be back in ten minutes. If you havent finished everything, youll be in serious trouble.With a final glance of defiance, I leave him there, drowning in his duties, as I walk away with a satisfied smile.
