Mistress Mystique - #Sissies Love #Kaviar... Or Do They? A #Mistress POV

Mistress Mystique had a new visitor for the weekend, an eager sissy who loved kaviar, or at least that's what he claimed. The sissy had come all the way from New York to serve at her feet in Atlanta. She welcomed him into her plush living room, dressed in a revealing black lingerie set that left little to the imagination. Her long brown hair cascaded down her back, and she wore six-inch black leather stilettos.

"So, you love kaviar, do you?" she taunted him, running a red-lacquered nail down his chest. He whimpered in delight and nodded vigorously. She chuckled softly before instructing him to kneel on a leopard-print throw pillow. His eyes widened, but he didn't dare disobey his mistress.

"Now, open your mouth wide and say 'Ahh,'" she commanded, holding a freshly prepared kaviar-filled suppository between her fingers. The scent of the rich, black caviar mixed with the aroma of the soft toilet paper to create an intoxicating blend that made his cock twitch in anticipation. Reluctantly, he opened his mouth and let out a long, drawn-out moan as his mistress pressed the suppository against his tongue.

The feeling of the cool, creamy kaviar filling his mouth was indescribable. He savored every bit of it, hoping that this weekend would never end. Mistress Mystique watched with amusement as he closed his eyes and threw his head back in ecstasy. After a few moments, she pulled the suppository out and inspected it for any remaining caviar before discarding it on the ground next to him.

She then instructed him to crawl over to Duchess, her Mastiff mix, who was lying patiently by the fireplace. The sissy hesitated for a moment before dropping down on all fours and crawling towards the dog. He presented his ass to Duchess, who sniffed curiously before licking him gently between his legs.

Mistress Mystique watched with interest as Duchess seemed to enjoy the taste of the sissy's juices. She slowly stroked her massive cock, feeling the anticipation rising within her. Suddenly, she could wait no longer. Grabbing a large black dildo covered in kaviar, she shoved it forcefully into the sissy's ass.

The sissy screamed in pain, struggling to breathe as Mistress Mystique began to fuck him hard and fast. His ass was stretched to its limits, and he felt like he was going to burst. Duchess watched with eager eyes, waiting for her mistress to finish with the sissy. Finally, Mistress Mystique pulled out of the sissy's ass, coating his hole in a thick layer of kaviar.

She then grabbed the sissy by the hair and pulled him towards her open toilet. "Now get in there and clean up your mess, sissy," she growled, pushing his face into the kaviar-covered toilet water. He hesitated for a moment before lowering himself into the filth, feeling it slide down his throat and coat his insides.

Mistress Mystique watched with satisfaction as the sissy worked his magic, turning her toilet into a gleaming black abyss of kaviar. By the end of the weekend, there would be no trace of the sissy left except for a few strands of hair and some forgotten memories about a fetish he thought he loved but discovered was nothing compared to serving his true mistress.