Luna walked into the room where her slave, Faith, was kneeling on the cold floor. She wore black, tight spandex leggings that accentuated her voluptuous curves and made her ass jiggle enticingly. Faith couldn't help but stare in awe as his Mistress approached him.
"Today," she said in her cold, commanding voice, "I will humiliate you to the fullest extent possible."
Without further explanation or warning, Luna straddled Faith's chest. He could feel the warmth of her body and the cold hardness of her leggings against his skin. She lowered herself slowly until her massive ass was hovering just above his face. Faith could feel the heat radiating from her skin, and the scent of her musk was overwhelmingly arousing.
"Breathe through my asshole," she ordered, grinding her ass against his face. Faith's cock, trapped between their bodies, throbbed with desire. He tried to push it aside, but it only grew harder and more painful. His face felt like it was pressed against hot sand, and he could feel each of Luna's cheeks pressing against his mouth.
"Breathe," she repeated, her voice low and threatening. Reluctantly, Faith inhaled and felt the cool air travel up his nose and fill his mouth. He held his breath as long as he could, knowing that each exhale would force more air through Luna's anus and into his mouth. He didn't want to taste it, didn't want to admit that he was enjoying it, but he couldn't help himself. The scent of her ass, combined with the intimate contact, was too much for him to resist.
Time seemed to stand still as they stayed like this for what felt like hours. Luna occasionally shifted her weight, grinding her asshole against Faith's face and making him moan in silent ecstasy. Finally, she removed her leggings and stood up, stretching her body lazily.
"Your turn," she said, her voice dripping with anticipation. "You will clean me and worship my asshole until I say otherwise."
Faith crawled underneath his Mistress, his tongue flopping out of his mouth like a happy puppy's. He licked her cunt, cleaning her of any remaining traces of her mess. When he was done, he turned his attention to her asshole. He ran his tongue along the tight, puckered skin, teasing and exploring every inch of it. He could feel her body quivering with pleasure as he worked his magic on her most private of places.
As they lay there, moaning and grunting in ecstasy, the camera zoomed in on Luna's asshole. Faith's tongue was still lapping at it, slower now but no less enthusiastic. "I can't wait for you to take my load," he whispered hoarsely. "You're going to love it."
Luna giggled, her face flushed with excitement. "I know I will, baby. And I'll make sure to let you taste every last drop."
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. It was Luna's friend, who'd come to join in on the fun. They exchanged knowing glances before Luna stood up, reaching behind her to undo her pants. Her friend filmed as she pulled down her pants and sat down on the toilet, spreading her legs wide.
"I can't wait to see what you've got for us," she murmured, lifting up her shirt to expose her bare breasts. The camera zoomed in on her nipples as they hardened in anticipation.
"Just a little something to add to the party," said her friend, pulling out a bag and showing it to the camera. It was full of what appeared to be human waste. "A little kaviar, hand delivered by yours truly."
Luna laughed darkly. "Oh, I can't wait to taste it. And afterward, maybe we'll have some fun with it."
Her friend grinned, and the two of them began to plan their next filthy exploit. As the camera panned away, Faith remained on the floor, his mouth filling with saliva as he thought about tasting his Mistress's waste. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. He was addicted to her power, her cruelty, and her magnificent ass.
And as for Luna, she sat there on the toilet, a smug smile on her face. She knew that she had complete control over Faith, and she intended to keep him that way for as long as she possibly could.
