Rule No. 2: Keep your eyes fixed on the floor. As the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, you found yourself standing before your mistress's luxurious bathroom, your heart racing with anticipation. The sound of her gently retching filled the room, and you watched as she skillfully manipulated her finger to gently probe her anus. Her moans of pleasure filled the air, and your cock twitched inside your pants at the sight of her vulnerability.
Suddenly, she turned slightly and caught you staring. Your eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, you felt a strange mix of fear and arousal. She grinned, her eyes glimmering with mischief, before retracting her finger and making her way towards you.
"Well, well, well," she purred, her voice thick with pleasure. "It seems my little slave can't help but become aroused by his mistress's intimate moments." You swallowed nervously as she stepped closer, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. "Don't worry," she continued, running her slender fingers through your hair. "Two can play at this game."
With that, she grabbed your hand and led you towards the toilet. This was it—the moment you had been waiting for. As she sat down, her plump ass hovering above the cold ceramic, she took your hand and placed it firmly on her thigh. "Go ahead," she whispered, her breath warm against your ear. "Touch me."
And so you did. Your fingers traced the soft skin of her inner thigh, slowly making their way towards the source of your fascination. With each passing moment, your desire grew stronger, and before you knew it, you were kneeling between her spread legs, your face just inches from her quivering asshole.
"Mmm...," she moaned, her hips beginning to grind against your face. "That's it, slave. Taste me." With that, she released a potent stream of hot, steamy shit directly into your waiting mouth. As the thick, bitter-sweet taste hit your tongue, you couldn't help but groan in ecstasy. This was what you had been trained for—to serve your mistress, to help her relieve herself, and to find pleasure in it.
As your mistress continued to empty her bowels onto your face, you reached out and began to run your tongue around her anus, cleaning her up in the most intimate of ways. With every soft moan of approval, your cock grew harder, straining against your pants. You couldn't believe you were actually doing this—tasting your mistress's shit—but you knew that this was what she wanted, and that was all that mattered.
When she finally finished, she pulled you up off the floor and wrapped you in her arms, her body warm and welcoming against yours. "That was exceptional, my little slave," she whispered, her breath still heavy with pleasure. "I think it's time for you to enjoy the fruits of your labor."
With that, she turned around and bent over, presenting her perfectly round ass to you once more. This time, however, there was a newfound confidence in your movements, a sense that you had truly earned this moment. As you lowered your head towards her ass, you could feel your cock throbbing with anticipation, ready to bury itself in her freshly pooped hole.
And so, you pushed forward, slowly at first, then with more force as your cock was finally enveloped by her warm, supple flesh. As you began to thrust against her, your heart pounding in your chest, you glanced up to see her facing the mirror, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Look at us," she purred, her voice thick with desire. "Two lovers, bound together by the most taboo of desires."
You couldn't help but smile back, lost in the moment, the heady rush of pleasure coursing through your veins. As you continued to fuck your mistress's asshole, you couldn't help but wonder—was this real life? Or was it simply a twisted fantasy brought on by years of servitude and depravity? Regardless of the answer, one thing was certain—you wouldn't have it any other way.
