Today is my slaves birthday, and honestly, I completely forgot about it. Hes not exactly important enough for me to remember his birthday, thats for sure! Still, Im pretty sure its today. I call him while hes washing dishes in the kitchen, and in a flash, he comes crawling on all fours. I ask him if its true that todays his birthday, and he nods, looking like a loyal dog. Well, since its his special day, I decide to be generous for once.I let him kiss my shoes, just for kicks, and then I tell him, I didnt order a cake for you, but dont worry, Ive got a special idea. I grab a candle and wave it in front of his eyes. The poor fool probably thinks I baked him a cake myself. What an idiot! A cake made by me, sure, I laugh, but in a very unique way.I make him lie on the floor, and since its his birthday, I grant him the privilege of licking my ass, thinking about the cake hes about to receive. I dont waste time: I order him to open his mouth wide, and I start shitting right into it. There it is, thats my cake for him! Its so much that it fills his mouth and covers his face. I take the candle, place it on top of the masterpiece, light it, and start singing Happy Birthday while laughing my head off.But it doesnt end there: a cakes meant to be eaten, right? I didnt go through all this effort for nothing! I sit next to him and give him plenty of time to savor it. But this moron doesnt seem to appreciate my divine creation and starts vomiting half of what hes eaten. How ungrateful! I get pissed, grab him, and rub his face in his own shit and vomit. You dont waste a single bit of the Mistresss cake! I yell before walking away, leaving him there with strict orders to finish every last bit before I return. The Mistresss divine cake is never wasted, got it?
