Mistress Gaia - MISTRESS GAIA - PINK PIG - mobile version

Mistress Gaia enters the dingy room where her slave awaits her, his heart racing with anticipation. He is clad only in a revealing latex-catsuit that showcases his ample curves, his large breasts jiggling slightly as he moves. His swollen, purple-tinged cock throbs insistently against the fabric of the suit, leaking clear precum in anticipation of what is to come. Gaia steps forward, her high heels clacking on the dirty floor, and approaches her slave. She towers over him, her eight-inch stilettos adding to her dominance. She looks down at the pathetic creature before her, a smirk playing on her full lips. "Today," she begins, her voice cold and cruel, "I'm with this slave. Indeed, a pig. Look at him, how fat and flabby he is, a real pig." She gestures dismissively at the slave, who can only grovel at her feet, his eyes fixed on her impossibly long, elegant legs. "I made him wear a pink mask," Gaia continues, "the same color as a pig's face. He asked me to allow him to serve me as a toilet slave, and actually, being a toilet is the only thing I would let him do." Her words are like knives, cutting through the slave's already fragile self-esteem. He whimpers softly, hanging his head in shame. Gaia reaches behind her back and undoes her pink chiffon robe, letting it fall to the floor. Beneath, she is wearing a crotchless panty, made of the same shiny latex as her suit. She steps out of the robe and stands before him, naked and imposing. She walks towards him, inviting him to look upon her naked body. He lifts his head slowly, never taking his eyes from her centerpiece: her enormous, pulsating, pink anus. Never before has he seen such a thing, and the idea of it being his target fills him with both dread and excitement. Gaia kneels down next to him, her hands on her hips. "Today," she breathes the word out slowly, "my shit is abundant and with a perfect consistency, neither too hard nor too soft." She reaches her hand down between her legs and begins to finger herself, moaning softly as she works her fingers in and out of her anal opening. "I'm going to decorate your face with my shit today," she declares, reaching behind her and producing a small spoon. She scoops up a generous helping of her steaming pink bowel movement and smears it across his lips, making him feel like the pig that he is. "Lick it off," she commands, her voice low and threatening. He hesitates, unsure of what to do. She leans in close, her hot breath on his face, and whispers in his ear, "Do it." Slowly, trembling, he extends his tongue and begins to lick the shit from his lips. It's an unfamiliar taste, but also strangely arousing. Gaia smirks, content with his obedience for now. She scoops up another portion of her shit and this time, forces it into his mouth. He struggles against the intrusion, but she holds him still, her other hand deftly grabbing his fat, piggy cock in her grasp. He whimpers as the warm, thick shit fills his mouth, but he can't help himself—he begins to swallow it, savoring the filth as it slides down his throat. Gaia watches him with a mixture of disgust and amusement. She determines there will be enough room for his puny, pathetic cum within her body after all. She reaches down, grabbing his grotesque cock in her latex-gloved hand, and begins to stroke it slowly. "Cum for me, pig," she growls, her voice like hot honey poured over his heart. His body trembles, against the walls of his house, but there's no escape. This is what he wants—to be dominated by this beautiful, cruel Mistress. Slowly, painfully, his cock begins to twitch and throb in her hand. He feels his seed rise up, ready to be expelled. But when he opens his mouth to let out a cry of release, all that comes out is a pathetic whimper. Gaia smiles, satisfied. She has broken him completely. She leans down, her lips mere inches from his ear, and whispers, "See? You're not worthy of even a proper orgasm. Now, come on, let's go to the bathroom." With that, she grabs hold of her slave's arm and leads him out of the dingy room, towards a gleaming white toilet that awaits them. He follows her willingly, knowing that he deserves nothing less than her wrath and disdain. As they enter the bathroom, he nervously awaits her next command. She smirks at him, her eyes full of promise. "Go ahead," she says, gesturing towards the toilet. "Do your duty." And with that, he knows what is expected of him. He steps forward and knells down before the porcelain throne, his face flushed with shame and anticipation. He feels Gaia's hot breath upon his neck once more, but this time, it's not threatening—it's another sign of her dominance over him. As he lowers his mouth to the toilet seat, he knows that this is as good as it gets for him. He is nothing but a toilet slave, and he will gladly take any amount of filth that she cares to give him. He waits, his heart racing in his chest, for her to relieve herself upon him once again.