Mistress Ann - Extreme caviar choking - to big a portion for patetic worm to swallow

Mistress Ann - As Mistress Ann's servant, you're used to her eccentricities and demands. However, even for you, this one is extreme. You enter the lavish dining room to find her reclined on her throne-like chair, holding out a lavishly decorated dish. Your heart sinks when you realize it's filled with caviar. "Bring me a glass of champagne," she commands, her voice dripping with disdain. You hurry to comply, hoping to appease her anger. When you return, she's already spooning the caviar onto her tongue, savoring the rich taste. "Now," she says, her voice low and menacing, "swallow my spit." You gulp reflexively, feeling a wave of revulsion wash over you. But you carry out her orders, swallowing the saliva she deliberately spits into your mouth. "Now," she says, her voice rising in delight, "swallow this." She grabs a handful of caviar from the dish and forces it into your mouth, pushing past your gag reflex until it's all gone. You try to stand up straight, fighting back the urge to vomit. Mistress Ann watches you intently, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "You pathetic worm," she says, her voice dripping with contempt. "You think you can handle this amount of caviar? Think again." She spooned another massive helping onto your tongue, forcing you to open wider than you ever have before. You feel the caviar sliding down your throat, the salty tang filling your mouth. It's too much, you realize, too big a portion for even Mistress Ann to swallow comfortably. But she doesn't care. She watches with glee as you struggle to swallow her offering, your face turning red from the effort. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you manage to swallow the last bite. You collapse onto the floor, retching and coughing. Mistress Ann laughs, clapping her hands in delight. "You pathetic creature," she says, shaking her head in disgust. "You'll never be worthy of serving me." You curl into a ball, tears stinging your eyes as you try to control your heaving stomach. You vow to yourself that you'll never let her see you struggle like this again. Because if you do, she'll only make you suffer more.

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As Mistress Ann's servant, you're used to her eccentricities and demands. However, even for you, this one is extreme. You enter the lavish dining room to find her reclined on her throne-like chair, holding out a lavishly decorated dish. Your heart sinks when you realize it's filled with caviar. "Bring me a glass of champagne," she commands, her voice dripping with disdain. You hurry to comply, hoping to appease her anger. When you return, she's already spooning the caviar onto her tongue, savoring the rich taste. "Now," she says, her voice low and menacing, "swallow my spit." You gulp reflexively, feeling a wave of revulsion wash over you. But you carry out her orders, swallowing the saliva she deliberately spits into your mouth. "Now," she says, her voice rising in delight, "swallow this." She grabs a handful of caviar from the dish and forces it into your mouth, pushing past your gag reflex until it's all gone. You try to stand up straight, fighting back the urge to vomit. Mistress Ann watches you intently, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "You pathetic worm," she says, her voice dripping with contempt. "You think you can handle this amount of caviar? Think again." She spooned another massive helping onto your tongue, forcing you to open wider than you ever have before. You feel the caviar sliding down your throat, the salty tang filling your mouth. It's too much, you realize, too big a portion for even Mistress Ann to swallow comfortably. But she doesn't care. She watches with glee as you struggle to swallow her offering, your face turning red from the effort. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you manage to swallow the last bite. You collapse onto the floor, retching and coughing. Mistress Ann laughs, clapping her hands in delight. "You pathetic creature," she says, shaking her head in disgust. "You'll never be worthy of serving me." You curl into a ball, tears stinging your eyes as you try to control your heaving stomach. You vow to yourself that you'll never let her see you struggle like this again. Because if you do, she'll only make you suffer more.

Category: Toilet Slavery
Length: 10min.
Video Info: 1920x1080 Pixel @ 4065 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 128 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 310MB