Mistress Gaia - MISTRESS GAIA - A MOUTH TO FEED - HD

As I returned from the gym, I could hear the sound of my cell phone vibrating insistently in my bag. I knew it would be my slave; she always checks in on me constantly, eagerly anticipating what I might demand of her next. My heart raced with excitement at the thought of her desperation, and I grinned to myself as I pulled out my phone.

Her message was short and to the point: "Mistress Gaia, I am waiting under the couch for your divine shit. Please, I need it so badly. I can't wait to taste it." My breath caught in my throat at the thought of her position, her helplessness, and of course, the thought of her eagerly awaiting my saccharine treat. My legs felt weak with anticipation as I made my way towards the living room where she lay in wait.

As I approached the coffee table, I noticed how it had been moved slightly aside; she had thought of everything to make herself as accessible as possible. On my command, she would crawl out from under the couch on all fours, her ass raised high in the air for me to take my pleasure. I could almost taste it already.

Slowly, deliberately, I lowered myself down onto the couch, feeling its softness give way beneath me. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and imagining the sight of my slave's pale, round buttocks jiggling invitingly in front of me. The thought of her helplessness, of her complete and total submission to my every whim only turned me on more.

"Come here, you pathetic excuse for a slave," I hissed, my voice low and threatening. I felt her tremble in anticipation even from her position under the couch. She knew what was coming; she knew what she was in for. Yet still, she couldn't resist my command.

With shaking hands, she reached out to grasp the legs of the coffee table, using it to pull herself up and out from under the couch. Her eyes were terrified but filled with lust as she stared up at me, her body trembling with eagerness. "Thank you, Mistress Gaia," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible. "Please, may I have your divine shit now?"

I could feel my heart racing as I reached down between her legs, feeling the warm, wet touch of her breath against my skin. She was already incredibly aroused, her pussy glistening with anticipation. With one swift motion, I buried my face in her ass, my tongue darting out to trace the delicate folds of her tender skin. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating, and my mouth watered in anticipation of what was to come.

Slowly, deliberately, I began to push my tongue deeper into her ass, feeling her muscles clench around it as she tried to resist the invasion. But she couldn't resist; she was well trained, knew better than to resist the desires of her Mistress. As my tongue penetrated deeper and deeper, she let out a soft moan, her body shaking with the effort of containing her pleasure.

Finally, I felt the familiar warmth pressing against my lips. Slowly, carefully, I parted her cheeks and slipped my tongue inside, tasting the sweet, warm nectar that flowed from her intestine. It was like nothing else on earth, a combination of bitter and sweet that sent shivers down my spine. As I began to lap at her ass, she moaned loudly, abandoning herself to the pleasure that only I could give her.

She quivered and shook beneath me as I continued to lap at her ass, my tongue tracing every inch of her tight, puckered hole. I ran my fingers through her hair, feeling her tremble in my grip as she lost herself completely to the sensations coursing through her body. And when I felt her start to lose control, when I knew she was about to give in to her craving, I pulled away, leaving her gasping for breath and dangling on the edge of ecstasy.

Slowly, deliberately, I reached behind me and retrieved a small dish from the coffee table. Carefully, I scooped up a glob of my precious waste and held it out towards her, allowing her to see what she had been so desperate for. Her eyes were wide with lust, her breath coming in quick gasps as she stared at the offering in my hand.

With trembling hands, she reached out to take it from me, her fingers brushing against mine as she delicately held the offering between her lips. And then, without another word, she dove in, her tongue slipping into the sticky sweetness with a moan of pure pleasure. Her body shuddered with each swallow, her eyes rolled back into her head as she lost herself in the taste of my shit.

As she consumed every last drop, I could feel a slow, satisfied smile spreading across my face. I had complete control over her, and there was nothing she wouldn't do for a taste of my shit. It was the most exhilarating feeling in the world.

When she was finally done, I reached down and stroked her hair gently, letting her know that she had pleased me. Then I stood up, leaving her there on all fours, her eyes still half-closed in bliss. "Be a good girl and clean yourself up," I murmured softly as I walked away, leaving her to revel in the afterglow of her encounter with the divine.