Bastienne was a stunningly beautiful woman, with long silky hair and glistening skin that seemed to glow in the dim light of her lavish toilet chamber. She sat atop a golden throne, her delicate hands resting demurely in her lap as she surveyed her domain with a regal air of command. In front of her, an array of buttfuckers and butthole sniffers knelt in a row, their eyes fixed upon their Mistress with the kind of adoration usually reserved for the gods themselves.
"Ah," Bastienne purred, her eyes roving over the line of supplicants before her, "it's time for your final examination. Each of you has proven yourselves capable of pleasing me in other ways, but now it's time to see if you're truly worthy of my shit. Fail, and you're cast out into the world, never to see me again. Succeed, and you become one of the elite few who bear the honor of my excrement upon their tongues."
The first in line was a young man, perhaps in his early twenties. He trembled with anticipation as he approached the throne. "Here you go, my lady," he whispered, pressing a thick wad of cash into Bastienne's outstretched palm. "I want to prove myself to you."
"Good boy," Bastienne purred, leaning down to brush her lips against his cheek. She parted her equally luxurious cheeks, revealing a bare, glistening asshole. "Now stick your tongue out and taste it."
The young man hesitated for a moment before tentatively extending his tongue. As he did so, he could see the outline of Bastienne's anus, dark and inviting. Slowly, he pushed forward until his tongue made contact with her ass.
A slow, warm smile spread across Bastienne's face. "That's it," she cooed, running a hand down his back. "Now show me how much you want it."
With a moan of desire, the young man lowered his head and began to lap at Bastienne's asshole, his tongue tracing the rim and circled the puckered opening. He reached up to press his pointer finger inside, jerking his hips towards her as his other hand reached down to rub his cock.
"That's it, baby," Bastienne encouraged him, squeezing his cock through his pants. "Enjoy my shit as much as you've enjoyed the rest of me."
As if on cue, Bastienne began to push, slowly at first, then with increasing regularity. The young man's tongue bathed in the warm, soft goodness that poured from her anus, filling his mouth with the unique flavor of her shit. His hands worked furiously, stroking his cock as he savored every last drop of her excrement.
"Mmmm," Bastienne moaned, leaning back in her throne. "You're a natural, baby. Welcome to the family."
One by one, she allowed the other supplicants to taste her shit, each in turn proving themselves worthy of her exalted company. And as they did so, Bastienne smiled to herself, knowing that she had once again chosen wisely. For these were the true masters of ecstasy and pain, the ones who could find pleasure in the darkest of places. And they would worship her in the manner to which she had become accustomed.
At long last, her task complete, Bastienne stood, her naked form glistening with sweat and semen. With a regal wave of her hand, she dismissed the buttfuckers and butthole sniffers, each one passing from her presence with a whispered word of praise or encouragement.
As the door to her chamber closed behind them, Bastienne allowed herself a quiet moment of satisfaction. Yes, she thought, these were her true disciples, the ones who would bring her the most pleasure. And they would be with her, always, in one capacity or another.
For Bastienne, there was no greater joy than knowing she could control another's destiny so completely. And she planned to enjoy every last drop of shit from now until the end of time.
