I like watching him down there, crouched between our legs like a hungry dog. His place is under the table, sniffing the smell of our arses. Every breath he takes is a reminder of his condition. Three Mistresses, Mistress Gaia, Mistress Claire and Mistress Yara.We decide when he will be allowed to lick the scraps we give him. We send him to clean up after us. I watch him throw himself like an animal, but I dont let him take it right away: I take it with my hands and push his face over it, ****** him to get dirty, to crawl. He obeys, and this excites me more than anything else: seeing a human being emptied of his will, reduced to collecting our waste as if it were gold.
