This morning I woke with my belly already churning. I rang the bell. He crawled in wearing only that ragged grey t-shirt that barely covers his navel – the one scrap I let him have on mornings like this to remind him how low he is.Breakfast ready?Yes, Mistress.A cramp made me grit my teeth. Bathroom occupied, husband inside for half an hour with his phone and cold coffee. No choice.Lie down there – I pointed to the icy floor at the foot of the bed, flush against the mattress edge. Back flat on the ground. Head lined up with the edge. No mattress, no pillow. Just cold parquet.He stretched out supine immediately, shivering the instant his bare back hit the chill. I knelt on the bed facing away, ass turned toward the room, hovering directly over his face. Hands braced on the headboard to stay steady.Open wide. Youre my toilet today. Swallow everything.I pushed. The first load came slow and heavy, a thick warm rope landing straight on his tongue. I felt him tense from the cold and revulsion. I lowered a bit more, pressing to seal it in.Chew. Swallow. Dont lose a drop.He struggled, throat working hard, but he got it all down. I checked: face smeared, floor clean. Good.Then another, sharper cramp. This time I changed position. I calmly stepped off the bed, squatted Turkish-style right over his face – feet flat on the floor on either side of his head, thighs spread, ass low and close to his lips. Him beneath, frozen, mouth held open as commanded.Dont move. Keep that mouth open.I pushed again. The second load came softer, bigger, in messy spurts that spread across his tongue and cheeks as I rocked gently to make sure it all went inside. A bit clung to my ass. I laughed.Some stuck to my ass. Scoop it with your fingers. Lick them clean.His trembling finger rose, gathered the remnant, brought it to his mouth. Tongue circling obediently while I watched from above.He thought we were done. Wrong.One final tiny cramp. I settled back into the same low Turkish squat over him.Theres still a little piece. Open.I bore down gently. Almost nothing – just a small soft lump that plopped straight onto his tongue. I pinched his nose shut with two fingers.Swallow that too. Thank me.He gulped with difficulty, voice cracked: Thank you… Mistress…I stood up, wiped carelessly with a corner of the sheet, and nudged his chest with my bare foot.Get up. Finish the coffee. And pray the bathroom stays occupied tomorrow morning. Otherwise… I smiled …you go hungry.He crawled away, t-shirt filthy in front, back marked by the cold floor, whispering one last broken Yes, Mistress.
