As Goddess Tempest, I found myself in the African bushveld, drawn to the thrill of outdoor scat. This was an entirely new experience for me, and it was both invigorating and humiliating. Standing half-naked, I could feel the sun beating down on my bare skin, and the wind rustling through the leaves around me. Despite the lack of privacy, there was something incredibly erotic about it all.
I took a deep breath, feeling my stomach churn with anxiety mixed with excitement. This was it. My slave stood nearby, waiting with bated breath for my command. He knew what was about to happen, and he couldn't wait any longer.
"Poop for me, slave," I commanded, my voice echoing through the trees.
Without hesitation, he knelt before me, his eyes fixed on my ass cheeks quivering in anticipation. I could feel his anticipation as well - he was as eager as I was for this release.
My mind wandered back to the previous night, when I'd given him an enormous enema full of diarrhea-inducing concoctions. I'd watched him struggle with the urge to shit for hours, and now I couldn't wait to see what kind of mess he'd make.
I took a deep breath and tilted my pelvis forward, feeling a rush of warmth spread between my legs. I closed my eyes and let go, feeling the turd slide out of me and landing on the ground with a soft squelch.
"Did you like that, slave?" I asked, my eyes still closed, savoring the moment.
"Yes, mistress," he whispered, his voice trembling with excitement.
I turned around to face him, watching as his eyes widened in anticipation of the next one. "Come on, slave," I challenged him. "You've seen me take the first one. You know what comes next."
Without hesitation, his mouth opened, and I knew he was ready. I took a deep breath and let another one go, feeling the warmth of his mouth and tongue on my skin as he began to lick up my waste. It was an indescribable sensation, knowing that anyone could walk past us at any moment and see what was happening.
As I felt the last turd slide out of me, I looked down at the mess we'd made on the ground. My knees were covered in shit, and there were streaks of it running down my legs. I had never felt so dirty and so turned on at the same time.
I turned back to my slave, smiling with triumph. "That's it, slave," I said, my voice thick with desire. "Clean me up."
Without any hesitation, he got to his feet and began to lick me clean, his tongue tracing every inch of my body, even as he reached down between my legs to clean my ass with his fingers. It was a very public display of submission and dominance, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of power that coursed through my veins.
As I stood there, naked and exposed in the open air, I realized that this was what it meant to truly let go. To embrace my darkest desires, even if it meant exposing myself to the world. And as I felt the warmth of his tongue and the strength of his hands on my body, I knew that I had never been more alive.
