As I stood in the ensuite, wrapped in nothing but a soft, red satin nightgown, I couldn't help but feel a pang of excitement. I had been pushing hard today and was rewarded with quite possibly the biggest log of shit I had ever seen. It was time to show my submissive what real power tasted like.
Taking a deep breath, I knelt down on the cold tile floor, letting the coolness seep into my skin. I could feel my heart race as I finally summoned the courage to lower myself onto the floor, my bare ass thrust into the air. I was completely vulnerable, exposed, and aroused by the thought of what was to come.
Slowly, deliberately, I spread my cheeks apart, revealing my tight pink rosebud and the monstrous lump nestled within. I heard my submissive gasp as they caught sight of it, their excitement palpable through the internet connection between us.
I leaned forward, pressing my forehead against the tile, and sighed heavily. "All right, my love," I whispered. "It's time."
With a deep breath, I pushed. The feeling of the massive log being forced through my tight anal ring was both exquisite and excruciating, but it was too late to turn back now. I felt the smooth, cool tiles under my fingers as I used them to lean forward, pushing harder and harder against the resistance of my own body.
Finally, with a loud, guttural moan, the head of the log burst through my rosebud, splattering hot, sticky shit along my inner thighs. I let out a shuddering breath, leaning back against the cool tile once more.
Rising, I stood tall, surveying my handiwork. The log of shit was huge, easily stretching from my ass to the floor on either side. My submissive, their cock already hard with anticipation, let out a moan of their own as they looked upon it.
"Now," I purred, circling the tip of the log with one finger. "How long do you think it will take you to eat this?"
I watched as they licked their lips, their muscles tensing in anticipation. This was the moment they had been waiting for: the chance to show their devotion by fulfilling my most depraved desires. And who knew? Maybe one day, when they had pleased me enough, I would let them taste my sweet rosebud as well.
For now, though, it was time for them to prove themselves. With one last glance at the magnificent log of shit before me, I nodded once, slicking my fingers and preparing for the feast.
