ENGLISH SPEAKINGWe are not satisfied. The first slave left too much, slow, inaccurate, unable to consume everything as we had ordered. I see him panting, his face still dirty, his eyes downcast. He does not deserve our attention. I look at Mistress Claire and Mistress Yara, a nod is enough. We agree without needing words. Another enters, already crawling on the floor, obedient, ready to take the place that the other was unable to honour. We watch him knead himself into the floor. Claire adds her own, precise, with that elegant cruelty that distinguishes her. Yara laughs and ****** him even more, the liquid mixing with the shit and forming a sticky puddle. The new slave throws himself to the ground without hesitation. Tongue, lips, hands behind his back, he collects everything directly from the floor, with a hunger that is pure obedience. I stare at him, I like to see him humiliate himself to the point of erasing himself. I want him low, lower and lower, licking what for us is only waste, refuse, contempt.
