Mistress Gaia - MISTRESS GAIA - SHARING MY SPECIAL MEAL - mobile version

In my underground Dungeon, I saunter towards the iron cage where my two slaves have been imprisoned all day. As I approach, I hear their pleading cries for food. My stomach grumbles in response; it has been a long day for me as well. I unlock the door and swing it open, revealing the male and female slaves locked in an embrace within the tiny cage. They quickly separate as I enter, their eyes widening in anticipation. "Mistress Gaia," they whisper in unison, their voices barely audible amidst the dank air of the dungeon. I nod curtly, my gaze wandering over the two figures before me. As always, the male slave kneels on the floor, his eyes downcast in submission. His co-slave kneels beside him, her head bowed as well. Both hold out hopeful hands to me, pleading for sustenance. "I'm tired, and I want to relax first," I say, taking a seat on the plush couch in the center of the room. I light a cigarette and exhale, the soft blue smoke drifting in the dim light. "You two can serve me while I enjoy my smoke." The male slave shuffles over, his bare feet moving slowly across the cold floor. He holds out a flat palm, waiting for my cigarette butt. When I place it there gently, he darts his tongue out, licking up the remnants carefully before placing the butt in a crystal ashtray beside the couch. "Now," I continue, gesturing to the female slave, "come here and clean my shoes, slave." She moves forward hesitantly but with renewed determination, her eyes locked on mine. Kneeling before me, she reaches up with trembling hands to grasp my feet, her lips pressing against the leather of my shoes as she begins to gently lick them clean. As she works on my shoes, the male slave finally speaks up. "M... mistress," he stutters, his voice barely audible over the soft wet noises coming from their cage mate's lips, "We are starving. We need to eat." I stand up slowly, smirking as I tower over them. A small plate sits on the end table, filled with what looks like steaming feces. "No need for you to be worried about that," I say softly. "Here you go." I toss the plate into the cage, and it lands with a wet splat between them. Their eyes widen in horror before they look back at me, uncertainty clouding their faces. Without another word, I turn and leave the cell, closing the heavy metal door behind me. From the other side of the cage, I listen to their movements. After exchanging nervous glances, the pair tentatively reach out to grasp a piece of the feces between their hands. Nibbling at it hesitatingly at first, they soon begin to eat, chewing slowly while trying not to retch at the taste that coats their mouths. From the corner of my eye, I see the female slave trying to swallow down her tears as she forks another piece into her mouth. The male slave looks up at her, his face contorted in pain and disgust, but also understanding. They were both hungry, and this was their only option. As I sit on the couch and finish smoking my cigarette, I grin to myself with satisfaction. My slaves were learning quickly that obedience was the only thing that would keep them from a life of misery. And so, they ate their mistress's shit... until we would be ready for whatever twisted game I had planned for them next.