As the sun began to set over the horizon, Amanda knew it was time. She stood in front of the large window of her luxurious penthouse, feeling the cool evening air caress her bare skin. She was completely naked, except for a pair of delicate gray cotton thong underwear that barely covered her shapely bottom.
Amanda was a goddess among women; she had an unparalleled ability to control her bowels, and she had come to revel in the power it gave her. She had learned that there was nothing quite like the feeling of having someone worship at her altar of filth, watching in awe as she defecated into their eager mouths.
Tonight, however, she wanted something different. She wanted to be seen, to be admired for her voluptuous body and the exquisite smell of her feces. With a sultry smile, she reached back and slowly pulled aside the thin material of her thong, revealing her creamy poop to full view.
She could feel her heart race as she watched your eyes widen in wonder at the sight before you. She bit her lip, knowing that the anticipation was almost as great as the act itself. Slowly, she lowered herself to the floor, kneeling on the cool marble in front of the window.
Her buttocks glowed in the setting sun, the soft light reflecting off the sheen of sweat that covered her body. She took a deep breath, feeling the tension in her abdomen rise as she prepared to let go. The sharp pain in her ass as her bowels released their contents was quickly replaced by a sense of power and satisfaction.
With each passing moment, the pile of human waste at her feet grew higher, and she couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. She missed the feeling of your warm mouth on her ass, but she knew that this was a unique experience that she had to embrace.
As the last dregs of her shit flowed out of her, she allowed herself a moment of rest, gathering her strength for the next wave. She sat back on her haunches and panted, her breasts heaving with each breath. This was the life, she thought, the ultimate form of control.
Finally, she stood up, her thong soiled and filthy. She reached down, scooping up a handful of her own shit and brought it up to her nose, inhaling deeply. Her eyes closed, and a smile crept across her face as she felt the rich, earthy scent fill her lungs.
Without warning, she opened her eyes and turned to face you, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well," she purred, "aren't you going to join me?"
