Mistress Gaia - MISTRESS GAIA - A CLUMSY TOILET SLAVE - mobile version

Mistress Gaia, an exquisite and alluring goddess with a taste for the most depraved pleasures, found herself in her dungeon today, accompanied by an insufferable toilet slave. This slave was clumsy, always wanting the last word, and could be especially grating when he was sick, like today with his husky cold voice.

Despite his current ailment, the slave could not bring himself to stop talking, much to Mistress Gaia's chagrin. However, there was one moment where he would shut up - when he was eating her shit. Yes, this slave was nothing but a human toilet, and consuming her feces was undoubtedly his greatest talent.

Mistress Gaia began her indulgence by making the slave lick the soles of her dirty shoes. It was an excellent appetizer for what was to follow. Then, she needed to empty her bladder, and she knew just how to make the slave suffer for his past impertinence.

With a smirk, she fitted a funnel into his mouth. The purpose? To ensure that not a single drop of her golden nectar was wasted. However, the slave was too weak and inexperienced, and he couldn't hold onto the funnel, spilling some of the precious fluid on the floor. This carelessness angered Mistress Gaia, and she decided that he deserved a special punishment.

She squatted over his open mouth, her asshole hovering above his face. She had a lot of shit today, and her poor slave struggled to keep up with swallowing it all. She didn't care; he would eat every last morsel. When she was finally finished, she surveyed her creation: a filthy sewer of a man, his mouth filled with her fecal matter and her spilled piss.

But Mistress Gaia was not finished yet. She scanned the room, her eyes landing on the ashtray, which was full of old cigarette butts. With a satisfying smile, she dumped the whole thing into the slave's mouth. He choked and gagged on the harsh taste, but she didn't care. This slave was nothing but a dirty tool for her to use as she pleased.

Mistress Gaia stood up, admiring her handiwork. Her slave was nothing more than a filthy, disgusting sewer, and she wouldn't have had it any other way. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she walked away, leaving him to wallow in his own feculence and shame.