To you dear Sixtine,
I understand better your position regarding the privacy of sharing your excrement, and all the more so since I am happy to have been able to access this privacy, within my own limits. You have correctly recognized in me my true deep affection for precious caviar, and that I am not simply a vulgar over-consumer.
Indeed, when you came out of the bathroom and placed the box in front of me, I felt like I was in a dream. A beautiful, confident woman giving me what I consider the biggest gift imaginable. I would have liked to taste it in front of you, but I didn't know what my body's reaction would be, and I didn't want to ruin this magical moment, this perfect scene between your dominant presence, my submission (in my own way), the caviar in front of you. me and its smell which caressed my nostrils.
I regret today not having tasted in front of you, because I would have liked to show you the ecstasy I found myself in after your departure.
I undressed and put myself in the bathroom with the box. The smell of your caviar was sweet and enticing, not aggressive or revolting like a non-fetishist might experience. She invited me to take a small piece between my fingers and bring it to my nose to be enveloped by the smell. I couldn't last before placing it on my tongue, locking it in my mouth. The taste and texture were exceptional, and I was amazed how it melted and released all its flavors. The thing about caviar is that it’s impossible to describe its taste – and to do it justice. In a few words, I would say: sweet, creamy, spicy, bitter. In reality its taste is unique, unlike anything we know in the conventional world. Coupled with the activation of the neurons which transmit the pulses linked to sexuality, the adrenaline, the texture, the feeling in the mouth, the knowledge of where this precious gift came from... created an indescribable experience. It's not about the taste, or the smell, or the feeling of being submissive, but rather the symbiosis of all these elements playing at the same time in this special moment.
Another piece, this time bigger and harder. After a few licks, I sank my teeth into it. It didn't melt like the first one, so I started chewing and ended up swallowing the whole thing. It was at this moment that I came involuntarily, thinking of your beauty, understanding and gentleness. The excitement followed by the sudden realization that I am here right now, savoring this intimate part of you, had become too much for me.
I thank you for everything you have done for me, and I hope you feel the magnitude of your participation and generosity.
Your lavatory