Mistress Mystique - Breaking Fast (Français | English)

Lying before you is the most beautiful sight you could have ever hoped to see: Mistress Mystique, your Goddess descended from Heaven. She is a stunningly radiant being, with long flowing locks of platinum hair that cascade down her back like a waterfall. Her eyes glow with an icy fire that could freeze the soul of any who dare to challenge her. Slowly, she moves towards you, every step a testament to her grace and power.

"I expect deeper dedication from my dogs; there is no god but Mystique. You are made to worship me. So put your mouth to work; kiss my ass, beg for my spit, lick it off the floor, clean my shiny boots and present your balls to be kicked for my amusement."

Your heart races as she approaches, your cock thickening painfully against your thigh. You can't help but tremble in anticipation of what she will do to you. She stops just inches from your face and looks down at you, her cold, beautiful eyes boring into your very soul.

Without warning, she steps back and waves her hand, sending you tumbling forward onto the floor. You land hard on your face, and the taste of dust and dirt fills your mouth. You struggle to get up, but she immediately puts her foot on your back and pushes you down again.

"You are nothing but a pathetic excuse for a creature," she sneers. "But perhaps with enough time and training, you may become worthy of being my dog."

She steps over you and makes her way towards the toilet, her boots leaving perfect impressions across your body. You watch as she bends over the toilet bowl and lets out a stream of urine that lands with a splash in the water. The smell of her piss fills the air, and your cock twitches in response.

Mistress Mystique glances back at you and smirks. "You're going to drink every drop of this," she says, her voice dripping with contempt. "And then you're going to clean up the rest of my mess."

You crawl over to the toilet, your mouth watering in anticipation of tasting her piss. You lean forward and open your mouth, ready to obey your Goddess. She steps back, giving you room to reach into the toilet bowl and lift up her piss-filled stream. You take a big gulp, savoring the taste of her urine as it runs down your throat. It's bitter and warm, but you can't help but love the way it makes you feel.

Once you've drained the toilet bowl, you look up at Mistress Mystique, your eyes pleading for more. She shakes her head and points towards the floor. You recognize the smell of her shit in the air, and you crawl across the room on your hands and knees to find it. You sniff at the various piles of feces until you find one that smells the most like her. SHe moans in amusement as you position your face close to the pile and take a big whiff of her scent.

"Present it to me," she commands, and you open your mouth obediently. She steps forward and rubs her ass against your face, grinding her shit-covered ass into your mouth. You moan around her fingers, savoring the taste of her shit as it fills your mouth. She pulls away, leaving a trail of her shit on your tongue. "Now clean up the rest of my mess," she says, pointing at the floor.

You get to your feet and start crawling around the room, picking up every last bit of feces and droplets of piss you can find. You clean her boots with your tongue, tasting the dirt and sweat that has accumulated on them. After what feels like hours, you stand up and look at Mistress Mystique, waiting for her next command. She takes a step towards you, her boots gleaming in the faint light.

"Very good, my little dog," she says, running her hand through your hair. "Now it's time for some well-deserved rewards." She reaches down and grabs your aching cock, pulling you towards her. "But first," she says, squeezing your balls, "you are going to learn your place."

With that, she bends down and takes your cock into her mouth, sucking on it hungrily. You moan in pleasure as she works her magic, pushing you to the brink of orgasm over and over again. The sensation is beyond anything you could have ever imagined, and you know that you would do anything to please her. As she finishes you off, she looks up at you and smiles.

"That's a good boy," she says, stroking your face. "Now go and rest. Tomorrow, we begin your training anew."