Todays Sunday, my sacred day for filming. I keep it free to create fresh, exclusive content, and one of my slaves had a simple task: bring me breakfast. Instead, he shows up late, empty-handed, looking like a beaten dog. I pin him with a stare sharp enough to cut glass. Wheres my breakfast? I demand, my voice low and laced with menace. He mumbles, pathetic, I didnt have time. Oh, really? I tilt my head, a cruel smile curling my lips. And you, did you eat? He nods, unable to meet my eyes. So, he found time for his breakfast, but not for mine. Big mistake.Fine, I say, my voice chilling the air. Today, youre getting a double breakfast. A very
special one. He knows whats coming. No choice. With a sharp gesture, I order him to lie on the floor, and he obeys, head bowed, like the loyal servant he is. I position myself over his mouth, my body commanding the scene, and serve him his breakfast straight from the sourcemy asshole, as I call it, laughing. Eat it all, I command. Or we move to Plan B. I dont tell him what it is, but my tone promises trouble.I scoop the result from his face and pile it into a transparent bowl. Settling onto my purple velvet couchmy throneI start feeding him with my hands, shoving small clumps of caviar into his mouth. He coughs, gags, his face twisted in disgust, but I dont flinch. Swallow, I order, my voice hard as steel. I dont care if you like it. We go on like this for about twenty minutes, but when I see hes only managed half, my patience snaps. Time for Plan B.I take the remaining caviar and, without hesitation, start stuffing it into his ass, pushing it in with a dildo. Hes a virgin, and every whimper only fuels my amusement. Not enjoying it, are you? I taunt, my voice dripping with mockery. But Im not done. As I keep working him, I feel an urge. I shift over his back and let a hot stream of piss flow, sliding down his skin, mixing with the mess Ive made, pooling around his ass. Stuffed with shit everywhere, I laugh, my voice echoing in the room. Mouth, ass, youre a wreck.I step back, looking down at himbroken, humiliated, a trembling mess at my feet. Clean up this filth, I command, my tone leaving no room for argument, and go get my breakfast. Now. I walk away, leaving him sprawled on the floor, a pathetic heap of submission, while I exit the room, regal and untouchable. The filming day has just begun, and Im already in complete control.
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