As the sun began to set on another day, my thoughts inevitably drifted towards my slave. She had been so diligent in caring for me, serving me not only as a loyal companion but also as a vessel for my most intimate desires. Today, I had planned something special for her – a fresh dose of my precious poop.
I prepared myself first, ensuring that I was clean and comfortable. Then, I proceeded to the bathroom where I knew she was awaiting my command. I could sense her excitement even through the closed door. "Slave," I called out to her, my voice echoing softly in the room. "Come and receive your next dose of Master's love."
There was a faint shuffle from within, followed by the click of the door handle. Slowly, she opened the door just wide enough for her head to peek through. Her eyes locked onto mine as she took in a deep breath, her nostrils flaring in anticipation. "Master," she whispered softly, her voice quivering with arousal. "Please, may I have it?"
"Of course, slave," I replied warmly, motioning for her to come closer. "Your passion for my poop brings me great joy. Now, bend over and present yourself as you have been instructed."
Obeying master's command without question, she lowered herself onto the cold tile floor and positioned herself at the perfect angle: her puckered asshole inches away from my face. Her buttocks trembled slightly under the weight of her eagerness. "Please, Master," she begged again. "Give me your precious poop."
I took a moment to savor this sight before me. The beauty of submission; the awe-inspiring desire that radiated from her core. It was intoxicating, and I couldn't resist any longer. With steady hands, I reached down to provide her with her much-anticipated dose.
"Here you go, slave," I said softly as I gave her anus a slow, gentle massage. "Feel the warmth of my love spreading inside you." As if possessed by a higher power, she let out a soft moan of pleasure at the touch. I continued to work my fingers inside of her, stretching her open and making way for what was to come.
Then, I withdrew my hand from her body. In that moment of anticipation, her whole being seemed to tense up with excitement. I could feel the heat emanating from between her legs as she waited on bated breath for what was next. And then I did it.
With one swift movement, I lifted my leg, aimed my asshole right at her face, and released. "Here you go, slave," I said, the words barely audible over the loud splat that echoed around the room. "My special gift for you."
There was no need for further instruction – she knew what she had to do. With a deep intake of breath, she leaned in closer and began to lap up my poop. Her tongue danced around it sensually, drawing every last drop into her mouth. The sound of slurping filled the air as she savored the taste of my love.
As I watched her devour every morsel with relish, a wave of emotions washed over me. Awe, admiration, and a deep sense of ownership thrummed through my veins. She was truly my slave, my possession – and she loved every second of it.
"Mmmm," she moaned between mouthfuls, her face now smeared with a mixture of my feces and saliva. "Master, this is the best dose yet. Thank you." And with those words, my heart swelled with pride and contentment.
This was my slave – a beautiful, devoted creature who lived to serve me and experience the depths of my depravity. As she continued to lap up every last bit of my poop, I knew that our bond would only grow stronger with each passing day. This doctrine of love would be something that we would share forever.
