As I walked into her bedroom, I was greeted by the seductive aroma of her presence mixed with the pungent scent of her recent bowel movement. Goddess Roberta sat upon her throne-like bed, wearing nothing but a sheer, black negligee that accentuated her voluptuous curves. Her long, luscious brown hair cascaded down her back, framing her angelic face. Her emerald green eyes pierced through me as she surveyed her new plaything.
I stood before her, dressed as she'd instructed - a sissy whore with red lipstick smeared across my plump lips. A black, lacy corset squeezed my breasts, making them jiggle as I moved. My skirt was short, barely covering my black thong. I felt embarrassed yet aroused by my appearance.
My Goddess leaned forward, her chest heaving slightly under the sheer fabric of her nightgown. "Come here, little sissy," she purred, her voice like warm honey dripping down my spine. I walked towards her, unable to control the trembling of my legs. She reached out and ran a long, pink fingernail down my chest, letting it linger on my hardened nipples.
"You are here to please me," she said sternly, yet there was a hint of mischief in her eye. "And part of that pleasure is going to come from my toilet. Understand?" I nodded, unable to speak as she leaned in closer and kissed me softly on the lips. Her taste was intoxicating - sweet and slightly metallic from the lipstick.
Goddess Roberta stood up majestically, her nightgown pooling around her ankles as she revealed her perfect body. She walked over to a small trash can filled with tissues and used it to pick up a large turd. She then turned to me, turd in hand. "This," she said, holding it up for me to see, "is my royal kaviar. And you are going to swallow every last drop from the box."
I couldn't believe what she was asking me to do, but the thought of pleasing her was too much to resist. I knelt down before her, feeling the cool tile under my knees as I prepared for her next instruction. She lifted my chin gently with her finger. "Open wide, sissy," she commanded, and I obliged.
She pushed the turd against my tongue, forcing me to open my mouth wider. I closed my eyes as the disgusting taste assaulted my senses. But then something strange happened. As the turd began to break down in my mouth, it took on a new flavor - one that was actually quite pleasant. It was earthy and warm, with a hint of sweetness I couldn't quite place.
I found myself swallowing instinctively, not wanting to waste even a single drop of this divine nectar. As I felt the last bits slide down my throat, I looked up at Goddess Roberta with admiration. "You are such a good sissy," she purred, leaning down to kiss me again. "Now why don't you go freshen up while I prepare our next course?"
Feeling both dirty and exhilarated, I stood up and walked towards the bathroom. As I washed my face and brushed my teeth, I couldn't help but wonder what other delicacies lay in store for me tonight.
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