As Mistress Ashtaroth, the alluring and powerful dominatrix, sat across from her submissive slaves, she couldn't help but feel a pang of embarrassment for forgetting about her bathroom routine. Her morning ritual usually included a warm, cleansing enema before beginning her day. Yet, here she was, already in the middle of a session with her devoted followers, having completely forgotten.
"Well, well, well," she chuckled seductively, adjusting herself on her luxurious leather throne. "It appears that my morning routine has gotten a little out of hand." She leaned in closer to her audience, her eyes glinting with amusement. "I guess that means we're going to have to add another activity to our day, don't we?"
The slaves before her trembled with anticipation, their eyes gleaming with lustful desire. One of them darted a nervous glance at the empty plates that had been sitting in front of him. As if reading his mind, Mistress Ashtaroth raised an eyebrow in question.
"Would you like to be the one to taste my precious waste, slave?" she purred, her voice barely above a whisper. The air around them seemed to thicken with anticipation as the slave nodded eagerly, his cock twitching in his pants.
With that, Mistress Ashtaroth stood up from her throne, revealing her voluptuous figure clad in nothing but black latex. She strode over to a nearby sink and reached behind, filling her ass with several inches of steaming hot water. Closing her eyes in blissful pleasure, she gently massaged her puckered anal muscles before returning to the slave.
"Open wide, baby boy," she commanded, straddling him so that his mouth was just inches away from her glistening, dripping asshole. The slave's tongue darted out, eager to taste the forbidden fruit. Mistress Ashtaroth lowered herself down onto his face, pressing the lower half of her body against his mouth and nose. The smell of her ass, a potent mixture of human waste and musky perfume, filled his nostrils as he lapped at her juices.
As he began to swallow, Mistress Ashtaroth slowly pulled out a small plastic rod from her underwear. With a mischievous smile, she inserted it into her anus, grunting in pleasure as it filled her tight bowels. Then, reaching down between her legs, she grabbed hold of his cock and began stroking it rapidly, guiding it towards her tightly stretched asshole.
"That's it, slave," she moaned softly. "Ram your cock into my dirty, filthy asshole." With a powerful thrust, the slave pushed himself into her, groaning as he felt the warm, tight grip of her ass around his shaft. Mistress Ashtaroth rode him hard, her eyes rolled back into her head in bliss, her ass pumping up and down on his cock like a piston.
As they both climaxed, deep within her bowels, Mistress Ashtaroth could feel something slipping free. With a grunt of satisfaction, she pulled out the plastic rod, its contents a hot, gooey mass of her own feces and cum. She reached down and retrieved a small plastic dish that had been sitting on the floor nearby. Holding it up for the slave to see, she gently pressed out another soft, round turd onto the plate.
"Eat it clean, slave," she purred, watching with amusement as he gobbled up the feces from the dish before him. Slowly, she slipped back onto the throne, the weight of her body pressing down on the slaves that remained kneeling before her.
"That was quite an interesting addition to our day, don't you think?" she asked, smirking. The slaves before her nodded eagerly, their faces shining with anticipation for what else she might have in store for them. As Mistress Ashtaroth began to plan her next move, a satisfied smile spread across her face. Today had definitely been an interesting day indeed.
