Mistress Isabella was a gorgeous woman with a curvy figure and an intense personality. She enjoyed having power over others, especially her slaves. One of her favorites was Mark, a young man who had fallen deep under her spell. In this particular exchange, she had bound Mark tightly to a chair in her luxurious home and was now preparing to use him for her latest desire - consumption of his body by hers.
First, she teased him with her mouth, pushing her tongue against his lips and thighs until they were both wet and ready. Then, she positioned herself over his face and lowered her exquisite body onto him. As her full weight pressed against his mouth, Mark gagged involuntarily at the taste of her rich, meaty feces.
Throughout the process, Mistress Isabella maintained full control. She grunted and moaned with pleasure as she forced Mark to consume every last morsel of her shit. His cheeks bulged with each mouthful, and yet he dared not stop or slow down. Despite the initial revulsion, a strange sense of pleasure began to creep into Mark's body as he felt himself becoming addicted to the taste and texture of his Mistress's shit.
As the session progressed, Mistress Isabella moved from position to position, always keeping Mark close to her and forcing him to swallow every drop of her shit. She laughed with delight at his struggles and groaned in frustration when she felt him trying to resist. It was clear that she derived immense satisfaction from this power dynamic.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Mistress Isabella rose from her position and allowed Mark to catch his breath. "Well done, slave," she purred, patting his head gently. "You've pleased me this time. Now, clean yourself up and prepare for whatever task I might have in store for you next."
With that, she walked away, leaving Mark feeling both satisfied and utterly humiliated. He could not deny the rush of pleasure that had coursed through his body during the ordeal, but he also felt ashamed of himself for enjoying it so much. As he stood up from the chair, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of depraved person he had become under Mistress Isabella's influence.
