spitting

 

I had prepared a few different foods for our session. “Are you hungry? Do you want to start with an appetizer?” I asked him.

“Yes, please. I’m starving.” He reached for one of the pigs in a blanket.

“Did I say you could take one? You aren’t good enough for that. There’s only one way you can eat with me.” He looked at me somewhat quizzically but took his hand away. “Kneel and keep your mouth open. I’ll feed you.” He obeyed. His eyes watched as I picked up one of the little hot dogs and followed as I placed it in my mouth. “Mmmm” I mumbled as I chewed. I scooted forward on the couch and I was above him. His mouth was still wide open as I let the masticated food fall into his mouth. “Now swallow,” I told him when my mouth was no longer full. “Isn’t that nice of me to feed you? You’re just that worthless that the only food you deserve is the already chewed up food from my mouth.”

He finished swallowing, “yes, thank you so much.” Just as soon as he was finished with that statement, I was above him again with more delicious food, feeding him from my mouth. All he had to do was swallow.

“Would you like something to drink?” He nodded his head. “Open up.” Again he followed directions. I took a sip of water for myself and swallowed then took another and spit it directly into his gaping mouth.

“Thank you, Miss.”

I took a large forkful of chicken and potatoes, took my time chewing them. His eyes were glued to my mouth, watching its movement and licking his own lips. As I scooted towards him, his mouth instinctively opened up. This worthless boy was already trained; that didn’t take long at all. I grabbed the back of his hair and pulled his head further back, really opening up his mouth, letting the food fall in. I kept his head in that position while I grabbed another forkful, this time swallowing it for myself. “Mmmm, so tasty.”

“Please, can I have some more?” He looked at me, begging with his eyes as well as his words.

I stuffed his mouth some more. “Worthless slave…swallowing the food that I’ve already chewed up. This is how you should be eating all of your meals.”

When all of the chicken and potatoes were gone, I took a large sip of water and let it dribble into his opened mouth. As I stood up, his eyes followed pleadingly. “Don’t worry…I’ll be right back. I have to go finish the dessert that I’ve prepared just for you.” As I walked away, I saw the look on his face: excitement, nervousness, curiosity. I love seeing that look on a slave’s face.

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