The daily life at the feet of my Mistress

One year ago, day by day, I had the chance to share the daily life of my Mistress, in Her cozy and romantic apartment, in Bucharest. My work led me to Romania for 3 weeks. Goddess Ezada had the kindness to open the doors of Her den, at home for a full weekend, head to head.
I was excited and eager to arrive on Friday, the end of my harassing work week, to ring at the door.

Tension was high, climbing the steps leading to Her home. My heart raged, at once excited at the thought of seeing my Goddess so beautiful, so radiant, so intoxicating and frightened by what She had reserved for me, what She was going to make me undergo.
We met and dined together in a small restaurant near Her home. She told me that this weekend would be devoted to :
Eating training behavior

She decided exactly what I ate, when and where.
I did not know exactly what She had in mind, but I knew She was going to lead me towards unknown horizons.
I slept at her feet the following night. I confess that I was happy so close to Her, under her Yoke, ready to wake up at any moment to meet Her kinky or simple desires.
In the early morning I was preparing breakfast for my Queen. While She was tasting Her coffee with milk, with a cinnamon peel, i was used as footrests, naked.
Once She finished Her coffee, She led me to the bathroom. She was beautiful in Her black Nightie, letting murmur the softness of Her thighs till Her pelvis.

“I will give you my breakfast, slave”

I lay down on the cold floor in front of the toilet. She took off Her black panties, made me sniff the impregnated effluvium on the silk of her panties. I fill my lungs and my spirit with Her fragrance.
Then brutally She threw her underwear and sat on my face.

“Lick my ass, put your tongue right inside My paradise, Lick it till your breakfast is served, purcelus”

The sensation is unique, you feel both the aroma of the small drops of sweat after a night spent under the warm duvet of my Mistress, the taste of the freshness of the early morning, the vapors of the meal coming in, the most intimate and the most secret of your Priestess. These moments are magical, they lead you into an unreal world, between dream and magic.

All of a sudden, I return to reality drinking the divine words of my Mistress:

“It’s ready” with a suave ton of voice so melodious.
“Slave, open Your mouth and welcome your breakfast”.

I felt the unstoppable surge, the heat of the dish, the smell that permeates your senses and drunk your mind, the sulfur coming from the sphincter who clench before:

The explosion of flavors and delights to receive the first big bite. My Mistress stopped Her production of Caviar for giving me time to sample one or two seconds in his divine food, the ultimate anointing.
Then she delivered me a second bite, then a third … I ate everything without difficulty, without the fear of not being able to swallow, digest, every ounce of his breakfast.
My goddess rose and controlled I had finished my meal and that Her toilet was clean.

“Good boy, i want to use only very clean toilet, daily”.
I was a little surprised, for my Mistress expelled only a small quantity of her precious and invaluable caviar. I wanted more, more. My goddess had been able to transform this profound humiliation, this ultimate degradation into a gift, a magnificent offering; Thanks to Her way of serving Her breakfast. She feeds me with the beak ( The beaked ), She gives me Her flavor, Her creation directly in my mouth, clogged by mouthful as a mother who nourishes her baby. She shows me all the attention She gives me, to meet my daily needs.
A whole day passed without other food and I must confess that I awaited the next awakening with impatience, both by necessity but also by gluttony.

The ritual recommenced, I took the position and My Mistress sat on my head.
This time I was served, a dozen bites, slightly more fragrant, more fluid than the day before, filled my palate and my intestine. I tried to swallow quickly without letting the least crumb of this divine feast, for fear of disappointing my Mistress and not assuring my role of ultra-clean toilet.

Mistress stood up and walked over to the toilet bowl. She cooked for 2, 3 people that night. She relaxed and the rest of her caviar ended savagely in the bottom of Her toilet.

“Hear what you miss, slave”

I was humiliated, vexed, disappointed, frustrated not to have the honor to taste the hearty lunch of my Goddess and especially to be Her one and only toilet. It’s a mess, I thought.
She laughed, seeing me so sad not to be able to fulfill the function that is attributed to me, the one that made me live this weekend.
Once She had finished, with Her unique snap of the fingers , She ordered me to kneel down, and to look at the contents of the toilet.

“You see what you miss miserable slave, piece of shit, useless … beg me beg me, to clean everything”

My Mistress was too good, She gave me the chance to be satisfied.

I ate and cleaned in the toilet. But the taste, the taste had disappeared. The final touch of Mistress, Her signature had disappeared. One could no longer feel the heart, all the love that my Goddess had put in the preparation of this meal.
I had the greatest difficulty by finishing my meal, not succeeding in swallowing that viscous and disgusting consistency.
My Mistress had educated me as She wanted, as She wished, in Her own way, as usual. Everything that comes from my Mistress is divine, and Her service is magical, as in a 6 * restaurant. She surely wanted to show me that I had an incredible chance to be so close to Her divine offerings and if I did not behave well, a paradise could become a hell instantly.

Unfortunately the weekend ended and I had to leave my Queen. I would have given my life to stay here for months, to share the daily breakfast with my Mistress.
Maybe it’s unhealthy, seeing dangerous for my health but I’m sure that it’s the opposite, this divine food can only elevate my soul and purify my mind by bringing me the strength I need every day to serve my Queen worthily.
I must confess that in the weeks that followed, I dreamed of being lying in the bathroom, naked. And then I heard the sound of the stiletto heels of my Mistress on the floor approaching me …
… I did not suspect that one day, the sound of the heels would not only be those of my Mistress.

Am i crazy?
Am I become a scateater, a scatlover ?
A piece of shit in fact, as my Mistress tells me all the time?

No, My Goddess led me on the paths of Paradise, an infinite path that one never abandons.
purcelus, absolute property forever of Goddess Ezada Sinn