Mistress Gaia approached her latest toilet, a pathetic lard-filled slob of a man who had offered himself up to her once again for her pleasure in Milan. She recalled their last encounter where he proved utterly incapable of swallowing even a small morsel of her shit. It left a bitter taste in her mouth, quite literally. With a sigh, she hoped this time would be different, but from the looks of it, things were off to a rocky start.
"You there," she said, pointing her finger at the trembling fool before her. "You will do as I say and swallow every last drop of what I give you, understand?"
The man, barely able to contain his overflowing erection, nodded furiously. Mistress Gaia chuckled darkly and motioned for him to kneel down as she gracefully sat on a nearby chair. She watched as his eyes traced the curve of her plush ass, admiring her every move before anticipating what she would do next.
"Don't be so eager," she purred, leaning forward and taking a giant shit onto the floor beside her. "This one will be different."
The poor wretched man whimpered, and his mouth watered at the scent of her rich, aromatic feces. He knew better than to rush things with Mistress Gaia. She had a strange sense of pleasure in playing with her toys before finally granting them what they desired most. She always got what she wanted, and he was determined to please her this time.
Mistress Gaia then stepped onto the shit with one of her stilettos, grinding it into the floor. It was a cruel reminder of who was in control here. She smiled as she heard the man groan in anticipation beneath her. Slowly, she pulled her foot away, the sole coated in her golden nectar and his saliva.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked impatiently. "Start licking."
The slave hesitated for only a moment before pressing his face into her shit-covered shoe. His tongue darted out tentatively, tasting the remnants of her divine excrement left on the sole. However, something didn't seem right. She could tell he was avoiding the essence of her shit. It was a mere aftertaste for him.
Angered by his insubordination, Mistress Gaia stomped hard on the floor again, this time directly next to the slave. A new mound of shit formed beneath her foot, and soon, his face was pressed against it. "Lick it up!" she commanded him forcefully. "Don't leave any part of that filth untouched!"
The servant complied, but she could still see the concern in his eyes. He licked around the edges tentatively, afraid to actually taste her shit. It infuriated her further, and she pushed his face deeper into the mess with her boot heel. He whimpered as his cheeks squished against the ground, but he continued to lick feebly, careful not to get any of it on his tongue.
Mistress Gaia grabbed him roughly by the hair and forced his mouth open, shoving her huge turd down his throat. He gagged and choked as it slid past his gag reflex, filling his belly with warmth and disgust. She laughed wickedly at his discomfort before standing over him and giving him an order. "Now get up, you disgusting creature," she said coldly. "And show me what you've got left in those pathetic pants of yours."
The man stumbled to his feet, his face covered in her shit and sweat. He unzipped his pants slowly, revealing his puny cock nestled between rolls of fat. It was pitiful, but it was all he had. Mistress Gaia rolled her eyes in disgust. "I thought you said you'd be ready for me?" she scoffed, kicking him in the balls.
The force behind her boot sent waves of agony throughout his body. He doubled over, clutching at his crotch as she finally relented and approached him. She straddled his lap, placing one hand on his head and the other on his pathetic member.
"This is what you get," she sneered down at him. "A shallow taste of my power. Know your place, and maybe next time, you'll get a real reward."
With that, she sank his member deep into her soiled pussy, grinding down on him mercilessly. She knew this would be the closest he'd get for a long time. The licking toilet moaned in both pleasure and pain as she rode him roughly, using him for her own twisted enjoyment. When at last, she came with a shuddering gasp, she withdrew and stood up, leaving him there, spent and used.
"Clean yourself," she said nonchalantly before turning on her heels and walking away, leaving him there to deal with the aftermath of their encounter. The licking toilet whimpered as he picked himself up off the floor, too ashamed to even look at his own filthy face. Perhaps next time, he thought, he'd be better prepared for Mistress Gaia's twisted games. He vowed to keep practicing while imagining the taste of her divine shit on his tongue.
