Mistress Gaia - MISTRESS GAIA - MY GARBAGE BIN - HD

Mistress Gaia was not in a good mood today. Her slave had been nothing but a burden, incapable of completing even the simplest of tasks. She glared at him, as he cowered in fear before her. She knew exactly what she wanted to do with him today. He was going to be her garbage bin.

She walked over to him, towering over his scrawny form. She held out a handful of cigarette butts, grumbling under her breath. "Take it," she commanded. He opened his mouth obediently, and she pushed the butts inside. "Swallow," she ordered curtly. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to push the disgusting taste down as he felt them slide down his throat.

Next, she grabbed a handful of nails and shook them in front of his face. "Do you know what these are for?" she sneered. "They're for building, but you're too useless for that. So they'll be going into your filthy mouth." He opened his mouth again, shuddering as he felt the cool metal against his tongue. She smiled cruelly as she watched him struggle to swallow them down.

She continued to fill his mouth with all manner of trash, from hairballs to rotten food scraps. Each time he opened his mouth, she would demand that he swallow whatever she put in there. He was no longer even conscious of the taste or the feeling of the objects sliding down his throat. All he could do was obey her every command and try not to gag on the putrid mush in his stomach.

Finally, she grabbed his chin and forced his head between her legs. "And now, my little garbage bin, it's time for your final task," she purred menacingly. He felt warm, sticky liquid seeping into his mouth and filling it up. "Swallow," she commanded again, her voice thick with malice. He obediently closed his eyes and swallowed, feeling the warm, foul liquid slide down his throat and mingle with the rest of the filth inside him.

When she was finally satisfied, she stepped back to admire her work. The slave stood there, eyes glazed over and mouth agape, a living embodiment of her trash can. "You see, my little garbage bin," she said mockingly, "a garbage can cannot decide who will use it or what will be thrown inside. And that, my dear slave, is exactly what you are to me."