I could hear her moving around the dungeon, but couldn't tell where she was with the blindfold over my eyes. I was strapped firm in the chair, my cock still encased in the cage that she had put me in when I arrived. The gag was still in my mouth, and I could feel the drool running down my chin and dripping onto my chest. The footsteps came nearer and I could sense her standing beside me, the faint hint of her perfume making me stiffen within the cage.
I felt a soft hand stoke across my face and her breath against my cheek as she whispered.
"Poor little Bin Licker. I've taken my top off, and I'm right beside you, but you will still never get to see me naked."
Her hand slid down my chest and briefly rubbed against the cage as she continued to taunt me.
"I know how desperate you are to fuck me, but we both know it will never happen. You will never even touch me, but I might let you listen if you are very, very good. I've got a little test for you."
I sensed her step way and heard her on the other side of the room. There was a rattle of cutlery and then the stench of rotting food filled my nose, making me retch behind the gag that was still in my mouth.
"Bin Licker, Bin Licker. It's dinner time, and if you eat it all up, I might let you have a treat."
The blindfold was ripped from my head and I looked in horror at the bowl she was holding under my nose. The food in it, if it could be described as that, was slimy and rotten. I knew she kept a compost bin in her kitchen, and I realised that it had just been tipped into the bowl that she was holding. I retched again, and she moved the bowl away, before untying the gag.
"We don't want you being sick and choking." She laughed again, "Of course I don't mind you being sick. I'll just make you lick it up again!"
Each time I visited her she was trying harder to find something so unpleasant that I couldn't eat it. The only hard limit was dog or cat food, but apart from that, the options were wide open. She had warned me last time that she was going to push the boundaries further this time. I had a safe word but hadn't needed it yet.
The bowl was wafted under my nose again and I felt my stomach churn. In amongst the scraps of rotten food and peelings, I could see some cheese, which was where the smell was coming from. It looked like Camenbert, and had obviously been out of the fridge for some time, the white goo running across the compost underneath it. I could see flecks of mould on the outside.