SHIT ICE CREAM CONE -hd
This morning the heat is fucking unbearable. The dungeon AC is dead and the air is heavy, humid, disgusting. Hes kneeling in the center of the room like the obedient little worm he is, wearing nothing but a filthy black t-shirt, hands behind his back, head bowed. I grab a vanilla ice cream cone from the freezer and sit on the edge of the BDSM bed. I lick it slowly, teasingly, letting him stare. His stomach growls so loud its pathetic. His eyes beg. I finish it, chew the last mouthful, and spit the warm mush straight into his open mouth. He gags but swallows. Then I crush the waffle scraps under my heel. Lick my foot clean. I smear the sticky mess across his tongue and face until hes licked every crumb off my sole. Time for his real dessert. I go grab an empty waffle cone and come back. Hold it up, right under my asshole. Trembling, he lifts it. I climb onto the bed frame, spread my legs wide, and shit a thick, soft load right into the cone, warm, steaming, overflowing the edges. I step down, look at the perfect turd-cone in his shaking hands, and smile. Lie down on your back. Mouth open. He drops flat instantly. I straddle his face, squat low, and unleash a long, hot stream of piss straight into his mouth. It fills up fast; he gulps frantically, choking, trying not to spill a drop while I keep going until hes drowning in it. When Im done, a little puddle still sits on his tongue. Swallow the last of it. He does, coughing and crying. Back on your knees. He scrambles up, dripping, the shit-cone still in his hands. Now eat your ice cream, toilet. Every bite. Slow and grateful. He brings the cone to his lips, gagging at the smell, and starts licking and chewing the warm shit like its the best thing hes ever tasted. Tears roll down his face. After a few revolting mouthfuls he starts shaking, retching, begging with his eyes. I grab his hair, yank his head back hard, and ram the remaining shit-filled cone deep down his throat in one brutal thrust. He explodes instantly: vomit, piss, shit, ice cream, everything spewing out around the cone in a disgusting flood all over the floor. I shove him face-first into the stinking puddle and grind his head in it. Lick it all up. Every fucking drop. When I come back this floor better be spotless and your belly full of my waste and your own puke. If I find one smear left, Ill hose you down with the enema bag and make you drink that too. I walk out, lock the door, and let the heat and the stench do the rest.
