Mistress Gaia - MISTRESS GAIA - MY DUSTBIN - mobile version

Mistress Gaia, the magnificent Goddess, reclines on her human throne, a slave beneath her, his body transformed into a symbol of her dominance. The scent of her cigar smoke wafts through the air as she speaks on her phone, her bare feet pressing against the man's wrinkled face, his mouth forming irregular crevices that serve no purpose other than to hold her weight. She leans back lazily, resting her hands behind her head, her head held high in defiance of any challenge to her authority. Here she is, the epitome of power and control, reduced this once-proud man to nothing more than a living piece of furniture. Her proud servant lies beneath her, his body contorted into an unnatural position, yet still unable to escape her gaze. The stench of sweat and fear emanates from him, a pleasant aphrodisiac to her heightened senses. She exhales a plume of smoke, watching as it slowly dissipates around her, engulfing them both in a hazy cloud of dominance. With a flick of her cigar ash, she sends it cascading onto the slave's exposed chest, leaving behind a trail of gray and black. "Mi dispiace interrompere," she says into the phone, her voice low and sultry. "Ho bisogno di unuscita per gli stronzi." She lets out a slow exhale, her breath cool against his hot skin. "No, non posso aspettare," she replies, her tone dismissive. She takes another drag of her cigar, the burning end grazing against the tender skin of his lower lip. The pain is electric, shooting through his body like a bolt of lightning. But he remains silent, his eyes fixed on hers, waiting for her next command. Leaning forward slightly, Mistress Gaia reaches down between her slave's legs and begins to stroke him gently. His cock, already hard from the constant pressure of her body weight, throbs with anticipation. She knows he's eager for her touch, eager to please. With a triumphant smile, she flicks the ash from her cigar onto his tongue, watching as it burns him but he still manages a faint moan of pleasure. "Ah, sarebbe perfetto se potessi parlare con te." Her words send shivers down his spine. She is speaking of him, of course. Of the role he plays in her twisted fantasy world. She continues to stroke him softly, her touch cold and mocking, but still he feels himself growing harder under her touch. "Mi dispiace disturbarti," she says, leaning back against him once again. "Sono troppo occupata per distrarmi." Her cigarette hanging from her lips, she reaches between his legs and begins to stroke him faster, harder, making him moan in genuine pleasure at her touch. She leans back against him, feeling his muscles tense beneath her weight. Without warning, she stands up, pulling him up by his cock like a puppet on a string. His face flushes with embarrassment as she walks over to her coffee table, still holding him at eye level. With a mischievous grin, she reaches over and picks up a tiny scissors from a nearby tray. "Don't worry," she assures him, her breath hot against his face. "I won't let you taste any of this." She proceeds to cut off a small piece of her cigar, letting it fall into the mouth of her slave, who can only watch helplessly as it burns against his tongue. As if this were not enough, she pulls out a small file and begins filing her fingernails, sending tiny shards of dead skin crashing against his lips and teeth. He tries to squirm away, but she maintains her grip on him, holding him firmly in place. Finally, when she deems him sufficiently used, Mistress Gaia stands up and walks over to her human wastebasket—the slave's body. She yanks his head back, forcing him to open his mouth wide like a hungry baby bird. With a sinister smile, she empties the contents of her hand—fingernail clippings, cigar ashes, and some discolored saliva—into his mouth. "Mi dispiace aver perso il mio intrattenimento," she says, reaching for her drink. "Avrei dovuto portarti in bagno per pulirti meglio." She takes a long swig of her coffee before leaning back in her chair, her bare feet once again resting on his face. "No, non importa," she replies to an unheard question. "Non posso stare lontana da te per molto tempo." She studies him for a moment, taking in his submission, and then leans forward, snapping her fingers. Her slave's eyes widen in anticipation as he knows what's coming next. Groaning softly, he bends over and presents his perfect ass to her, ready to be used however she sees fit. As Mistress Gaia walks around behind him, he can feel her hands on him, tracing patterns over his ass cheeks. She stops behind him, and he tenses, wondering what she's going to do next. With a smile, she pulls out a pair of small earbuds from her pocket. "Sorry, darling, but I need some music for this," she says, before placing one in each ear. She leans forward, her breasts pressing against the back of his head as she begins to clean her ears. One at a time, she inserts a cotton swab into each ear, wincing slightly as she does so. Then she begins to move it around, wiping away the excess earwax. The slave watches, helpless, as his mistress cleanses herself with his body. Each swab touches his lips, his tongue, his teeth before disappearing into her ears. It's a humiliating display of dominance and submission, and yet he can't help but feel a strange sense of pride in his role as her human furniture. He is hers, body and soul, and there is no greater honor than serving at her whim.