It’s 10 in the morning, and I stride into my dungeon, where my slave has been locked in a cage for two days, still lost in uneasy sleep. I wake him with a sharp command: “It’s time for breakfast, get up!” He hasn’t eaten in two days, and his weary eyes flicker with faint hope. I light a cigarette, the smoke curling through the dungeon air, stirring something in my stomach. With a sadistic smirk, I ask him, “What do you expect to eat? A plate of pasta? A piece of meat?” He mumbles, voice shaky, “Maybe some meat…” I burst into laughter, the sound echoing off the cold walls. “You’ll see what you get in my house,” I say. “Here, you only consume my gifts: my caviar and my piss.”He hesitates, silent, knowing he has no choice if he wants to be fed. I lift my dress with a slow, deliberate motion, grab a transparent glass bowl, and squat, filling it. This morning, my caviar is creamy, a vivid yellow, thanks to the raw fish and artichokes I savored last night—practically a spoonable breakfast, like some perverse dessert. I sit beside him, bowl in hand, and give him time to eat it all, feeding him with a teaspoon like a servile wretch, tolerating no waste, not even a drop. The texture’s like a creamy soup, and his discomfort as he swallows is delightfully pathetic. “Must be delicious,” I remark, laughing.The slave, struggling, finishes it all, and I’m proud of his obedience. To wash it down, I offer a glass of my divine piss, freshly drawn from the source, served with a straw for a touch of refined humiliation. Here, too, I permit not a single drop to be wasted. As he drinks, I watch with a mix of disdain and satisfaction. “See you in a couple of days,” I say, dismissing him with a cruel smile. “Now I’ve got another slave to feed, caged in the next room.” With that, I leave him there, trapped in his submission, and head off to my next toy.

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