Mistress Gaia - MISTRESS GAIA - FEEDING TIME - mobile version

Mistress Gaia, dressed in nothing but the skimpiest of lingerie, stepped into her desperately awaiting slave's cage. It was feeding time, and he was famished. She walked over to a small table covered in fine china, where sat an elaborate spread of her most recent famously fragrant and delicious shits. "Good morning, my darling," she purred, leaning down to place a soft kiss on his forehead. "It seems you've been very well behaved while I was out. I trust you've been cleaning yourself for my arrival?" The slave trembled with anticipation beneath her, nervously nodding his head in response. She smirked, her hand reaching down to lightly caress his cheek before she stepped back, motioning for him to rise. With a careful yet eager hand, the slave approached the table, his tongue already beginning to water as he took in the aroma of his Master's delectable shit. He pulled back a chair and slowly sat down, feeling his Master's warmth radiating off of him, filling him with an indescribable sense of longing and desire. His heart raced as Mistress Gaia handed him a silver spoon and a clean cloth napkin. His gaze was locked on the table in front of him, his stomach growling so loudly he was surprised she couldn't hear it. He couldn't believe his luck - this was his favorite part of the day! Taking a deep breath, the slave picked up the spoon and began to dig into his Master's cooking. The first bite was met with a mix of pleasure and disgust as he forced his mouth to consume the soft, warm feces. But as he did so, he felt himself being overtaken by an odd sense of euphoria. With every spoonful, he could feel himself becoming closer to Mistress Gaia, more in tune with her desires and needs. He moaned softly as he savored the taste of her shit, relishing every bite as if it were a fine wine or exquisite dessert. As he emptied the first plate, he looked up to see Mistress Gaia watching him carefully, her emerald eyes flashing with amusement and approval. "Excellent, my pet," she purred, reaching over to ruffle his hair fondly. "I see you have quite the appetite for what I can offer you." Feeling her warm breath against his neck, the slave couldn't help but tremble with anticipation. He knew there was more to come, and he was eager to please her in any way he could. With renewed vigor, he picked up the spoon again and dug back into the second plate, feeling his Master's satisfaction wash over him like a warm, comforting blanket. As he finished the second plate, Mistress Gaia beamed at him proudly, stroking his cheek lovingly. "I am so impressed by how well you've trained yourself," she breathed, leaning down to kiss him passionately on the mouth. "Finish cleaning yourself and get ready for round two." The slave couldn't believe his luck - not only was he getting to indulge in his most secret desires, but he was also earning the praise and affection of the woman he worshipped from the depths of his heart. Cleaning himself quickly, he waited patiently for his Master to return, his heart pounding with excitement. When she reentered the room a few minutes later, clad in nothing but a sheer robe, he couldn't help but gasp. She truly was the most beautiful and compelling woman he had ever laid eyes on. Nodding towards the table, Mistress Gaia motioned for him to continue. With renewed determination, the slave approached the table once more, feeling his legs shaking with anticipation as he imagined the delights that awaited him. As he ate, he could feel himself being drawn closer and closer to Mistress Gaia, his entire being consumed by the thought of pleasing her in every way possible. He lost track of time, lost track of hunger, lost track of everything but the taste of her shit and the blissful ecstasy that washed over him with every bite. When he finally looked up after what felt like hours, he was surprised to see that the table was clean once more. He stared in confusion as Mistress Gaia approached, her body glowing with an almost ethereal light. "Well done, my dear," she purred, leaning down to place a tender kiss on his forehead. "I think you've earned a little reward for your hard work." With that, she removed the sheer robe she was wearing, revealing her perfect, naked body to him. He gasped as he saw her for the first time, her delicate curves and soft skin making him want to worship her. Nudging him towards the cage, Mistress Gaia knelt down and placed her hand on the door, looking deep into his eyes. "Now it's time for you to show me just how obedient and devoted you truly are," she whispered, a seductive glint in her eye. "Are you ready to prove yourself?" The slave nodded eagerly, feeling his cock already starting to strain against his pants. He knew that whatever she asked of him, he would do without hesitation - he would do anything to make her hate him a little less. And so, the feeding continued, only this time it was their love that fed them both, filling them to the brim with hot lust and unyielding devotion. The slave had never been so happy as he was that day, lost in the ecstasy of his Master's shit and the overwhelming love that radiated from her every pore. As night fell, they collapsed together on the blanket, their bodies intertwined like two lost souls finally finding connection. They lay there for hours, whispering soft words of affection and promise into the darkness. And as the sun began to rise once more, they both knew that their love - and their twisted fetish - would only grow stronger with time.