Today Im draped head-to-toe in white like an Olympian goddess, throne gleaming beneath me. I summon my slave. He stumbles in standingidiot. On your knees, worm. One glare and he drops. I settle on the throne, extend a leg. Lick the soles. He crawls, tongue sc****** every speck of street dust from my pristine heels. I rise, order him flat on the footrest. Nature calls. Fishnet stockings hug my thighs; I tear a perfect hole at the crotch, spread wide, hover inches above his upturned face. Open. First load is stubborndense, compact. I bear down, grunting like a goddess in labor. *Plop.* A thick log slides out, filling his mouth to the brim. He chews, swallows, eyes watering with gratitude. I spin, back to him, squat again. Wider. Another firm chunk emerges, but a stubborn tail clings to my divine hole. Tongue it clean. He laps, pulls the last bit free, gulps it down. I rinse the meal with a golden streamsalty, endlesshelping the hard mass slide. Hes devoured every crumb. Time for his reward. I stroke him to the edge, then ruin itweak spurts dribbling onto his belly, laughter echoing. One last glob of soft shit lies on the floor like forgotten clay. I scoop it bare-handed, shove it between his lips. Finish your plate. I glide away in white perfection. Clean the throne, toilet. Not that anythings left. Nothing wasted. Nothing.
