Today Im sitting comfortably on the sling, legs spread, feet dangling slightly. In the corner of the room stands the tall vertical cage where my slave spent the entire night. He kept it clean, as ordered, but now its time for his breakfast. And what a breakfast it will be, haha.I stand up slowly from the sling and open the cage door. Hes inside, curled up, already excited and trembling at the sight of me. I make him crawl out on his knees, head low. First I want him to reclaim what hes missed most: my sweaty feet after a full night. I sit back on the sling and order him to kneel in front of me on the floor. He starts by sniffing deeply, nose pressed to the soles, inhaling the sharp, intense scent. Then the tongue: slow licking between the toes, along the heel, tasting every drop of accumulated sweat. Hes panting already, tongue digging eagerly, as if hed waited three months for this alone. I tell him to savor it properly, to breathe in the smell hes missed, while I relax and prepare.Then I stand up from the sling and slip off my panties slowly. He stays on his knees, eyes fixed on my ass. I order him to slide his tongue inside to dilate my hole. He obeys immediately, tongue pushing deep, swirling, exploring, trying to open me as much as possible. He pants hard, excited by the taste and smell, ready for whats coming.When I feel the moment is right, I order him to rest his head supine on the edge of the sling, mouth wide open facing up. I position myself over him, ass facing his face, and sit slowly on the sling next to his head. I relax completely.First round: it comes out a flood, creamy and firm, perfect consistency. I watch it fall straight into his wide-open mouth: a wonderful mix of colors. Intense green from yesterdays spinach, dark brown from the chocolate tart, yellowish streaks from milk and chia seeds. A true rainbow of filth filling his mouth in a thick mass. I tell him to hold it there for at least a minute, to really taste it, to feel the weight and warmth on his tongue. He gurgles, eyes glassy, but doesnt dare spit.Then I sit beside him on the floor. I scoop up with gloved fingers what spilled at the corners of his mouth and smear it all over his t-shirt hes wearing a thin shirt that soaks through immediately, staining brown and sticky. I pack the shit into small mouthfuls and feed them to him one by one while he chews slowly, struggling but never stopping.Meanwhile I tease his tiny cock with my feet: a slow footjob, soles rubbing the shaft already hard. The more he eats, the more his cock swells, throbbing against my soles. Ridiculous. I had promised him a ruined orgasm if he ate everything without complaints. And he hurries: chewing faster, swallowing with difficulty, tears in his eyes but determined.Second round: it comes again, but this time only a small amount of shit, just a modest creamy block, while the piss is abundant, a long hot stream that gushes out under pressure and fills his mouth to overflowing, dripping down his chin and neck. He struggles to keep it all in, swallowing hard between shit and piss, face getting wetter and dirtier by the second. I laugh watching him drown in the flow.Third round: even lighter on the shit, just a tiny soft and warm portion that lands in his mouth to finish the breakfast, while the final piss is still generous, another stream that pours over his face and chest. Hes at his limit, but he doesnt stop. I grant him the reward: I order him to jerk himself off while still having shit and piss in his mouth and on his face. He masturbates frantically, hands filthy, cock sliding through the smeared mess. He comes in seconds, a weak and pathetic spurt that drips onto his already soiled belly.I look down at him, satisfied. Good toilet. You ate and drank everything like a good boy. Back in the cage now. See you tomorrow morning at the same time. And be hungry.
