Lady Shay undulated her hips, her derriere swaying from side to side as she stared down at her new submissive. The woman, her mouth watering uncontrollably, couldn't take her eyes off the round, supple cheeks that were inches from her face. She felt a shiver run down her spine and a wave of nausea wash over her. Lady Shay smiled, knowing exactly how her submissive felt. "Come here you greedy bitch!" she hissed, her voice like silk tainted with menace.
The woman took a tentative step forward, her trembling hands reaching to touch the divine ass that had been haunting her dreams for weeks. Lady Shay's eyes narrowed as she anticipated the moment when she would finally claim her prize. With a sudden viciousness, she leaned forward, covering the terrified woman's face with her ass cheeks and strong, muscular thighs. For a moment, there was silence as the woman breathed in the warm, intoxicating aroma of her mistress's ass.
"I will turn you into my own private toilet slave!" Lady Shay roared, her powerful voice echoing in the dimly lit dungeon. "It is a huge honor for you to lay under my PERFECT ass," she purred, running the tip of her tongue lazily over her lips. "So, I expect pure passion and desire! My shit will be your daily meal and you will not leave any leftovers!"
With a final command, Lady Shay thrust her hips forward, driving her ass into the open mouth of her submissive. The woman did as she was told, closing her eyes and swallowing as hard as she could to take in every drop of her mistress's musky, rich shit. The taste was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, but there was something oddly addictive about it. As the first wave of nausea passed, she felt herself slipping deeper into a state of submission and desire for more of her mistress's filth.
Lady Shay felt the warm, inviting walls of her submissive's throat opening to accommodate her gift. She moaned in pleasure, feeling her power and control over the woman grow stronger with each passing moment. This was what she lived for—the feel of complete dominance and the knowledge that she could make another human being bow down before her in such a humiliating yet erotic way.
As her orgasm built to a crescendo, Lady Shay swirled her hips, grinding her body against her trembling submissive. The woman clutched at her mistress's thighs, begging for more of her shit as the first hot globs hit the back of her throat. With a satisfied smile, Lady Shay pushed forward, emptying her bowels into her submissive's waiting mouth. When she finally pulled away, she looked down at the woman, who was now covered in her own filth.
"I told you," she purred, her voice still dripping with power. "My shit will be your daily meal and you will not leave any leftovers." With that final command, Lady Shay turned on her heel and strode back towards her throne, her ass swaying invitingly for the next willing victim. The woman, though trembling with fear and excitement, couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in her new role as her mistress's personal toilet slave.
