Ebonybooty49 was in a playful mood as she sat on the edge of her bathroom tub. Her soft, supple booty in full view under the harsh fluorescent light. She made a pile of fresh shit, remnants from her morning routine, and sat it in front of her slave.
The slave, on his hands and knees, looked at the pile of shit eagerly. He had never been so aroused in his life, knowing what was about to happen. His cock was already hard and leaking pre-cum. Ebonybooty49 smiled deviously, seeing his eagerness had made him lose control.
"Now, slave," she said in a sultry voice that sent shivers down his spine. "You've been such a good boy lately. It's time for your reward."
The slave didn't hesitate. Without being told, he bent over and opened his mouth wide, preparing to receive his mistress's gift. He could feel his stomach churning with anticipation and revulsion. Ebonybooty49 giggled and picked up a handful of the shit from the pile. She looked at it closely, examining its texture and consistency.
"Mmm," she hummed, admiring her creation. "This should be just right for you."
She leaned forward, her breath warm on his face as she slowly let the shit fall from her hand onto his tongue. The slave closed his eyes, trying to block out the sensation but unable to escape the taste and texture of his mistress's shit. Ebonybooty49 watched with glee as he struggled to swallow the first spoonful.
"That's it, slave," she encouraged him softly. "Swallow it all up."
The slave did as he was told, forcing himself to swallow the disgusting concoction. He could feel the shit sliding down his throat, but it wasn't over yet. Ebonybooty49 continued to feed him handfuls of her shit, smirking as he choked and gagged on each bite. His face turned beet red with embarrassment and shame, but he never once considered refusing his mistress.
As he struggled to swallow the last of the shit, Ebonybooty49 reached down and rubbed his head, petting him like a good boy. She chuckled softly, watching his face scrunch up in disgust.
"There, there, slave," she cooed. "It's over now. You did such a good job. Aren't you proud of yourself?"
The slave, still catching his breath, nodded slowly. He didn't know why he did it or how it had gotten to this point, but he couldn't deny the thrill he felt deep inside. As he looked up at his mistress, he could see the pride and satisfaction in her eyes. It was a look he hadn't seen before, and it made him even more aroused.
Ebonybooty49 stood up and smoothed down her skirt, leaving the slave kneeling on the floor, staring at the empty pile of shit that only moments ago had been his reward. She smiled one last time before turning and walking away, leaving him alone with his thoughts and his desires.
As the slave stood up, wiping the remaining traces of shit from his mouth, he knew that there was no going back now. He was bound to his mistress, body and soul, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
