As I stepped into the dimly lit room, I could feel the tension in the air. The walls were adorned with images of women taking massive shits, their round, supple asses glistening with sweat and glowing in the soft light. The scent of lavender candles mixed with the sweet aroma of freshly shat piles, triggering an intense sense of curiosity and arousal within me.
"Welcome," a soft, feminine voice echoed from the shadows. "I am Mistress Luna, your new master and guide through the joys of Fecal Worship."
I approached the center of the room, where Mistress Luna was seated on a golden throne. She wore a long, black velvet gown that hugged her voluptuous body, revealing just enough cleavage to hint at her ample breasts. A silver diadem adorned her head, and in her hand, she held a long, golden whip.
"Kneel before me, slave," she commanded, her voice now commanding.
As I knelt before her, my heart racing, I felt a cool breeze brush against my cheek. It seemed to be coming from behind me. I turned my head slightly, catching a glimpse of a large, muscular woman standing there. She was naked, her toned body glistening with sweat as she held a steaming pile of shit in each hand.
"Here is your first offering, slave," she said, her voice deep and husky. "Open wide and receive it with gratitude."
With trembling hands, I reached out to take the warm, pulsating turd that she offered. The moment it touched my lips, I felt a sudden surge of pleasure course through my body. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
"Excellent, slave," Mistress Luna purred, her eyes gleaming with delight. "Now, let us proceed to the main event."
One by one, the girls lined up behind the muscular woman, each one taking their turn to shit into my eagerly waiting mouth. Some turds were small and pebbly, others were huge and mushy, coating my tongue and filling me up to the brim. I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying it.
As the girls continued to take their turns, I began to feel myself getting closer to my limit. I couldn't wait to feel Mistress Luna's shit in my mouth. Just the thought of it was enough to send shivers down my spine.
Finally, it was her turn. She stepped forward, her ass cheeks jiggling enticingly with each step. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she parted her thick, black silk thong and let loose a torrent of hot, molten shit that crashed into my open mouth like a tidal wave.
It was more than I could handle. The sensation was overwhelming, but in the most incredible way possible. As I struggled to swallow it all, I felt a newfound connection to Mistress Luna, our bond strengthened by the shared experience of fecal worship.
When it was all over, I looked up at her, my face and neck coated in her filth. She smiled down at me tenderly, her eyes brimming with pride.
"Well done, slave," she said, running her fingers through my hair. "Now you are truly part of our group. From now on, you will be known as one of the Love to Shit Girls."
