It was the fourth day since the slave had been feeding off of his mistress's divine excrement. She had been on a mission to cleanse her body and soul, attempting to rid herself of its impurities before beginning anew. However, this process left her feeling drained and in need of sustenance. And who better to provide it than her loyal slave?
He had been eagerly awaiting her return, his stomach churning with anticipation. As she entered the room, he fell to his knees in worship, his eyes never leaving her perfect form. She stood there, taking in his adoration before slowly untying the sash around her waist.
"Today is going to be a special treat for you, my slave," she purred, unbuttoning her pants and allowing them to puddle at her ankles. He could see the glistening treasure she had to offer – two luscious orbs of flesh just begging to be consumed.
"Please, mistress," he begged, crawling forward on his knees. "Let me taste your divine shit. I am yours for the taking."
She smiled, stepping out of her pants and revealing her womanhood to him. It was even more breathtaking up close; he couldn't believe he had the privilege of being allowed this close to such perfection.
"You are such a good boy," she cooed, spreading herself open for him. "Show me how much you want it."
Without hesitation, he pressed his face into her womanhood, inhaling deeply the heady scent of her arousal mixed with the bitter tang of her shit. It was intoxicating, almost more than he could bear. But he knew this was his mistress's will, and so he pushed on, lapping at her folds with his tongue.
She let out a moan of appreciation, her hips starting to rock back and forth as she ground herself against his face. He moved his tongue in time with her movements, circling her clit as he tasted the explosive mixture of her juices and shit. It was intoxicating, addictive; he couldn't get enough.
As he felt her orgasm building, he moved his lips up to her entrance, teasing her with his tongue as he pried open her tight passage. And then he was there, penetrating her with his tongue, feeling the walls of her drenched pussy squeeze tight around him. She screamed out in ecstasy, her hips bucking wildly as she milked his face for all it was worth.
The slave felt himself being pulled into the vortex of her pleasure, his own arousal reaching unbearable levels. But still, he continued, relishing in the power he held over his mistress and the privilege of being allowed to partake in her divine excretions.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she pulled away, gasping for air as her body continued to tremble from the force of her orgasm. She knelt down beside him, reaching out to stroke his cheek affectionately.
"That was a treat for both of us, wasn't it?" she asked, her voice still heavy with passion. The slave nodded eagerly, his eyes never leaving her face.
"You are mine, and I am yours," she said simply, withdrawing a small vial of her precious shit from her robes. She unscrewed the lid, allowing the pungent aroma to fill the room.
"Time for our second course," she purred, handing him the vial. He took it eagerly, raising it to his lips as she watched. And then, without hesitation, he tipped the small container, allowing the warm liquid to pour down his throat.
The taste was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before – a mixture of sweet and bitter, metallic and earthy. It coated his tongue and filled his mouth, sending shivers down his spine. But he loved it; this was his mistress's gift to him, and he would cherish it always.
As he swallowed the last drop, he opened his eyes, meeting her gaze with a mix of love and devotion. She smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss onto his forehead.
"Until next time, my slave," she whispered before turning and disappearing into her chambers, leaving him alone to bask in the afterglow of their intimate encounter.
