Goddess Isabel has a new sl*ve to break in—and She’s determined to make sure he understands his place from the very first moment. Blindfolded, hands bound behind his back, and kneeling on the floor, this pathetic excuse for a sl*ve has no idea just how deeply he’s about to be used. But Goddess Isabel does. And She’s going to make sure he learns.

She leans over him, Her plump, round *ss hovering just inches from his face. "I ate a massive burrito for dinner last night," She purrs, Her voice dripping with sadistic delight. "And I just took a massive dump. These panties were already dirty, so I decided not to use any toilet paper afterward. That’s what you’re for." His stomach lurches, but it’s too late—She’s already pressing his face into Her cr*ck. "Now I want you to sn*ff, deeply. You can taste what you’re going to be eating, b*tch."

She lowers Herself down, Her weight pressing his face into the sofa as She grinds Her filthy thong into his nose. "LOUDER!" She snaps, whipping the leather end of his leash against his cheek. He gags, whining like the worthless l*ttle b*tch he is, but She won’t let him pull away. Not for a second. She shifts slightly, making sure he gets the full experience of Her rank, used *ss. "That’s right, sl*ve. Breathe it in. This is your purpose now."

Finally, She pulls aside Her thong, exposing the full, gaping horror of Her *sshole. "Now stick out your toilet paper tongue." He obeys, trembling, as She drags Her *ss cr*ck up and down his face, smearing him with Her filth. "Get in there, b*tch." She lowers Herself down, letting him feel the full weight of Her *ss on his face. "Get in the h*le now! I want to feel it deep." His tongue probes desperately, trying to please Her, but She’s not done yet.

She makes him pull his face back onto the sofa, then climbs up and squats over him, spreading Her *sshole wide open. "Now make your tongue hard like a c*ck. It’s going up my sphincter." She lowers Herself down, Her tight, filthy h*le swallowing his tongue whole. "I want you to tell me what kind of burrito I had last night." She starts moving up and down on his face, letting his tongue explore deeper with every motion. Then She rests, Her *ss resting on his mouth. "Don’t you DARE take your tongue out until I give you permission."

She lets him worship Her like this for what feels like an eternity—Her weight pressing down, Her *sshole clenching around his tongue, Her filth coating every inch of his face. He gags, he whines, but She doesn’t care. This is his training. This is his purpose. When She finally pulls away, his face is drenched in Her *ss, the taste of Her filth lingering in his mouth, the smell of Her *ss clinging to his skin. He’s been marked. He’s been owned. And by the time She’s done with him, he’ll know exactly what it means to be a true *ss sl*ve.

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