As Lady Scarlet, I was sitting at my breakfast table, enjoying the aroma of freshly baked croissants wafting up from below. My slave had brought me a special treat this morning, an empty croissant that held promises of naughty fun. I couldn't help but smile as I imagined slamming my ass down on his face, feeling the soft pastry pressing against my throbbing sex.
Just then, my stomach started to rumble. I frowned, realizing that breakfast hadn't quite satisfied my hunger. I glanced down at the new pair of leather pants my slave had brought me; they were making my crotch itch with anticipation. Suddenly, an unconventional craving hit me. I wanted to stuff my shit into that flaky brioche and make my slave eat it.
I quickly pushed the remaining croissant aside and stripped out of my clothes, allowing them to drop to the floor. My pussy was already wet with excitement, dripping onto the pristine white tablecloth. The moment my bare ass touched the chair, I felt a familiar pressure building up in my bowels.
Without hesitation, I released my feces into a bowl, careful not to touch it with anything but my bare hand. My slave watched in awe as I lifted the steaming brioche and stuffed my shit inside. The soft, warm dough was just perfect, filling the delicate pastry perfectly.
I moved over to where he was kneeling and made him open his mouth wide. I placed the brioche gently on his tongue, watching as he struggled not to gag on the unfamiliar taste. He was such a good boy, always willing to please me no matter how depraved his master's desires might be.
As I slid my finger into his mouth, coating it in warm saliva and the faint taste of shit, I realized that he wasn't eating fast enough. His cock was hard, but it meant nothing to me in this moment. I grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back, forcing him to swallow the brioche faster.
The sight of my feces sliding down his throat was enough to make my toes curl with arousal. My mind was filled with the scent of fresh bread and human waste, the taste of power and submission that filled my mouth. I wanted more; I wanted it all.
My fingers dug into his skin as he struggled to keep up with my demands. A small piece of shit slipped out of his nose, landing on the floor with a soft splat. It was almost comical, but I couldn't help but laugh. In that moment, my slave was just a little puppet, dancing to my every whim.
With a satisfied smile, I removed my hand from his mouth and let him gasp for air. The look in his eyes was one of both terror and admiration; I could see that he truly worshipped me. I grabbed the rest of the brioche and jammed it into his mouth, making him chew slowly until there was nothing left but crumbs.
My leather pants remained empty, mocking me with their warmth and invitation. But for now, they would have to wait. There was still time for me to find other ways to punish and humiliate my wonderful slave. He deserved it, after all—for bringing me such a delightfully depraved idea.
