RosellaExtrem - Slave had to swallow my cocoa!

RosellaExtrem: Slave had to swallow my cocoa!

One of my toilet slaves requested a cup of cocoa from me, not realizing how such a request could be perceived in my eyes. Toilet slaves exist for my amusement and as an extension of my person, meaning they serve me in every way imaginable. Therefore, it was only fitting that I determine what he would be allowed to drink. However, rather than simply denying him his request, I decided on a more elaborate form of punishment – one which involved using his own body as a vessel for my enjoyment.

I had the slave clean the toilet with his tongue, making sure it was squeaky clean before proceeding. Then, I had him bend over and present his asshole for my use. I took my time, pushing a stream of hot water into his tight opening until he was nice and clean. But that wasn't enough for me.

To ensure that the slave truly understood his place in the world, I filled a cup with milk and proceeded to spray a deep cleansing into his ass. As the warm liquid flowed over his sphincter, filling him up inside, I watched with glee as his face contorted in mixed pleasure and discomfort. He moaned softly while trying to keep from soiling himself as the dirty milk began to run out of his gut in a large, gooey stream into a waiting glass.

Finally, I presented the slave with my own beautifully brown cup of cocoa, adorned with Rosella-chocolate pieces. As he gasped at the sight of it, he knew what was expected of him. Without hesitation, he knelt down before me and began to drink from the cup. Initially, he tried to keep his lips away from the rim but soon gave up as droplets of cocoa precum began to drip onto his face.

As he continued to drink, his throat working on the thick, rich liquid, I watched on with satisfaction. The cocoa tasted divine as it was swirling around in his mouth, mixing with his saliva and the remains of my milk. It was a stomach-churning sight to behold, but one that filled me with an incomparable sense of power and control. By the time he had finished, there was barely any cocoa left in the cup; most had been spilled down his chin or onto his clothes. Still, he managed to swallow every drop of it – even the Rosella-chocolate pieces.

As he kneeled there, his lips and chin coated in a layer of cocoa, the slave looked up at me with pleading eyes. He knew what he had done wrong, and he wanted forgiveness. But I wasn't in the mood to grant him any. Instead, I simply smiled and said, "You wanted cocoa? You got my cocoa." And with that, I turned my back on him and walked away.

The slave remained kneeling there for some time, his mind reeling from the experience he had just been through. All he could do was hope that this was the last time I would ask him to do something so humiliating and degrading. But as I watched him from my vantage point, I couldn't help but feel a small twinge of pride. After all, I had created this slave for my own amusement, and he had served me well. And now he was marked – literally and figuratively – by me, his Mistress.

And so, the slave continued to serve his purpose, his mind forever changed by the experience of drinking his Mistress's cocoa. And every time I looked at him, I would remember the look of helplessness on his face as he struggled to keep from soiling himself. Even though the incident was over, the memory of it would linger on, serving as a reminder of my power over him and all those who dared to cross me.