As Mistress navigated towards the toilet, her stomach rumbled audibly. She hadn't had breakfast yet, and she knew exactly how to punish her boytoy for it. With a sly smile on her lips, she approached him, who was already kneeling on the cold tiles of the bathroom, his eyes fixed on her. His heart raced anxiously in his chest as he anticipated her command. Mistress stopped inches from his face and began to spit on him, drenching his cheeks with the saliva she had produced. It trickled down his face, stinging his eyes and making him squirm uncomfortably under her gaze. "You failed to prepare my meal this morning, didn't you?" she purred menacingly, her eyes filled with mischief.
Her boytoy couldn't find the words to respond; all he could do was nod in submission. She chuckled darkly and reached for her throat, massaging it until she gagged audibly. To his horror, she then regurgitated the contents of her stomach onto him—soft pieces of noodles mixed with saliva and flavorful broth from her lunch. The warm mess splashed across his skin, covering his bare chest, shoulders, and arms in an unholy mess. "See?" she said, "How can you expect me to keep you if you can't even take care of my basic needs?"
She watched as he tried to wipe off the lumpy substances from his body, but she slapped away his hands with a smirk on her face. "No," she said, "You're not allowed to clean that up." Instead, she stepped forward and leaned over him, using her entire weight to press him further into the filth. The smell of the regurgitated food and her lingering aroma mixed into a nauseating odor that filled the air around them. He gagged visibly, struggling not to retch at the putrid scent.
Satisfied with her display of dominance, Mistress reached for a tissue and wiped her mouth clean. Her eyes fell on the wad of snot in her nose, and she grinned mischievously. With a swift movement, she pulled it out and held it in front of his face before rubbing it all over his cheeks and lips. "Now, it's time to taste your own medicine," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "Swallow it all."
Her boytoy hesitated for a moment, his eyes watering at the thick, gooey mass now coating his face. He opened his mouth obediently, and she pressed the snot-covered tissue against his lips. As he closed his eyes and shuddered, she felt a surge of power rush through her veins. She watched him swallow every last bit of her mucus, savoring the way he gagged and struggled beneath her. Satisfied with his obedience, she released him from her weight, and he collapsed onto the floor, coughing and wheezing.
Mistress walked away from him, her heels clicking on the tile as she disappeared into the bathroom. She emerged a moment later, completely clean and refreshed, dressed in an elegant black business suit that accentuated her curves perfectly. Her boytoy remained where he was, still covered in noodles, snot, and spit, staring up at her with mixed emotions of shame and a twisted form of desire. He couldn't fathom why he felt this way, but he knew he would do anything she asked of him. Even if it meant tasting her bodily fluids every morning.
She looked down at him and smiled cruelly, "Time to prepare my breakfast, slave." She patted his head lightly before walking away, leaving him to gather his thoughts and clean up the mess she had left behind.
