As Mylady lay on her bed, legs spread wide open, her mind wandered to her petulant slave. She knew he was anxious, having gone for quite some time without his feeding. Mylady had indulged herself the previous day, leaving not nearly enough for her greedy pet. The thought of his hunger only fueled her excitement.
The room was dimly lit, casting a warm glow across Mylady's curves. She heard the faint footsteps outside her door, growing louder as her slave approached. The door creaked open, and there he was, knees knocking, eyes locked on his mistress's shameless display. "I see you're eager, my little cuntlicker," she snarled with a wicked grin.
"Feed me, Mylady," he begged, drool dripping from his eager mouth. Without warning, Mylady shoved her ass up into the air, inviting him to feast. Her asshole glistened with anticipation as he moved closer, trembling with desire. Mylady watched closely as he placed his trembling lips around her tight sphincter, flushing with embarrassment at the way he worshiped her most intimate parts.
With closed eyes, Mylady savored his humiliation while also enjoying the feeling of his warm tongue on her puckered hole. His skills left much to be desired, however—he seemed to be more interested in making her pussy gush with sweet golden pee rather than properly cleaning her asshole. Mylady wasn't about to punish him for that, though. Besides, she reasoned, it was his own damn fault for not eating what she'd given him last time.
Satisfied with his efforts, Mylady decided to finish things up herself. She stood up and, with a smirk, reached down to grab handfuls of the mess he'd left behind. "No more being a picky eater, my cuntlicker," she growled darkly as she stuffed it all back into his mouth—even the part that had landed on the floor. His eyes bulged, struggling not to gag as her filth filled his mouth once more.
Mylady watched him struggle, her own eyes darkening with delight. She wondered how far she could take him before he truly broke—how dirty could she make him beg? These thoughts curled her toes and made her wet with desire. "That's a good boy," she purred, wiping her hands clean on his cheek before turning to leave him there, trembling and ashamed.
