It was a chilly autumn evening when I sat down in my luxurious mansion's living room, sipping on a tall glass of iced tea. The fire crackled softly in the fireplace as I browsed through the latest erotic content online, enjoying the feeling of warmth spreading across my body. Everything was peaceful, serene - that is until I came across an intriguing post that made my heart race with excitement.
A new user by the name of Love_to_shit_girls had joined the forum, and they boasted about being the most insatiable shit-eating mistress. Their profile picture showed a dazzlingly beautiful woman with a sly smile on her face as she held up a handful of freshly excreted feces, daring anyone to accept her challenge. My curiosity piqued even further when I read about her history; she was known for her indulgence in extreme fetishes and had captivated the attention of many submissives who longed to serve her.
The words "Are you ready my slave?" flashed across my screen, capturing my full attention. My palms began to sweat, and my cock twitched underneath my silk pajamas. I knew I couldn't resist such an alluring invitation. I quickly typed out a message accepting her proposal, eager to surrender myself to her dominance.
Days went by with anticipation building up inside me like a storm within a teacup. Finally, one evening, there was a knock at my front door. My heart was pounding as I opened it slowly, my breath catching when I saw who stood before me - Love_to_shit_girls in the flesh. She was even more stunning than her image; her eyes mesmerized me with their depth, and her sweet scent overwhelmed my senses.
"Come in, mistress," I said nervously, bowing my head slightly. She flashed me a wicked grin, taking slow steps inside while holding a plate filled with her freshly excreted food. My stomach flipped as I took in the sight of her round, ripe ass cheeks and the mass of shit resting on the plate. It looked so unappetizing, but at the same time, it seemed to radiate an unbearable aura of eroticism that I couldn't resist.
"Tonight, my slave, you will truly understand what it means to be owned by me," she purred before lowering her glistening ass onto my face, pushing her filthy load into my waiting mouth. I gagged initially, unable to handle the intense taste and smell, but she smacked me across the face, demanding obedience. With tears streaming down my eyes, I began to savor the taste of her shit - tangy and pungent yet strangely addictive.
As she took pleasure in my submission, she lifted my head and shoved her piles of shit in my mouth one after another, making me consume every last drop. My willpower crumbled beneath her control, and all that mattered was satisfying her every whim. My cock, rock-hard now, throbbed as it pressed against my silken pajamas.
I lay sprawled on the cold floor, exhausted but never wanting the night to end. And so it went on for hours, well into the early morning hours - eating her shit, receiving her slaps when necessary, and basking in the ecstasy of her domination. When I finally collapsed in a heap, spent and satisfied, Love_to_shit_girls leaned over me, her lips brushing against my ear.
"Your training begins now," she whispered softly, her breath tickling my skin. "You are mine until you can no longer bear the taste of your own shame." And with that, she left me there, contemplating my new dark desires and wondering when our twisted love story would continue.
