Title: Love to Shit Girls - Wipe My Tasty Ass
In the dimly lit dungeon, there was a young woman chained to a stone slab. She was naked, her body glistening with sweat as she squirmed uncomfortably. Her face was filled with fear and anticipation as she watched her mistress approach.
The mistress, an older woman dressed in leather, stopped in front of the slave and gazed down at her, a cruel smile on her lips. She held a thin whip in one hand, its leather lashes glinting in the candlelight.
"Wipe my dirty ass slave!" she commanded, her voice cold and devoid of emotion.
The slave trembled, unsure if she had heard correctly. Her heart raced as she looked up at her mistress, tears forming in her eyes.
"W-what did you s-say?" she stammered, her voice shaking.
"I said, wipe my dirty ass slave!" the mistress repeated, her voice raising slightly. "You will clean me as I see fit and with enthusiasm."
The slave knew the consequences of disobeying her mistress. She had seen the punishments meted out to other slaves who had dared to defy their mistress's wishes. With a trembling hand, she reached for the small pouch of cloth next to her on the cold stone slab. Unfolding it, she found a dirty, torn cloth with a foul odor emanating from it.
Tentatively, she raised the cloth to her mistress's asshole, which was exposed and glistening with a thin layer of sweat. She gagged as the scent of feces assaulted her senses, but she forced herself to move the cloth back and forth over her mistress's ass, cleaning as best she could.
"Not like that!" the mistress snapped, slapping her across the face. "Clean me properly or you will feel the full force of my wrath."
Shaking with fear, the slave redoubled her efforts, using the soiled cloth to clean every inch of her mistress's ass. She could feel the wetness seeping through the cloth, knowing that it was mostly composed of her mistress's shit.
After what felt like an eternity, the mistress let out a long sigh, signaling that she was done. The slave quickly moved to take the soiled cloth away, but she was stopped by a hard slap across the face.
"You don't think you're done do you?" the mistress hissed, her eyes narrowing into slits. "Now, you will lick my perfect asshole clean."
The slave knew there was no point in resisting. She lowered her head, closing her eyes as she tentatively extended her tongue towards her mistress's asshole. She moved it gingerly at first, tasting the mix of sweat and feces that coated her mistress's intimate area.
As she licked and cleaned, she could feel her mistress's hips starting to grind against her face. She resisted the urge to gag, instead focusing on pleasing her mistress. Her tongue darted in and out, lapping up every last trace of filth from her mistress's ass.
Suddenly, she felt a hand roughly grab the back of her head, forcing her tongue deeper into her mistress's asshole. She tried to pull away, but the leash around her neck prevented her from moving more than a few inches.
Her mistress's hips continued to buck against her face, and she could feel something warm and slick coating the inside of her mouth. It was the taste of her mistress's ass, and the realization that she had just taken a massive shit filled her with a mixture of disgust and arousal.
The orgasm took her completely by surprise. Her mistress's hips continued to grind against her face as she felt waves of pleasure course through her body. It was her first orgasm since being forced into slavery, and it made her feel both dirty and yet somehow special.
Finally, her mistress released her, and she collapsed onto the stone slab, panting heavily. She stayed there for several minutes, trying to process what had just happened. She was filled with a strange sense of shame and arousal, knowing that she had just given pleasure to someone who had treated her so cruelly.
As she lay there, she heard her mistress's cold voice once again. "Clean yourself up, slave. You will present yourself to me when you are fresh and ready for your next task."
The slave nodded, too numb to speak. She grabbed the small pail of water and a thin rag, using them to clean herself as best she could. Her body still trembled with the aftershocks of her orgasm, but she knew that she could not show any emotion other than submission and obedience if she wanted to survive in this dark, twisted world.
Wiping away the last traces of her mistress's filth, she rose to her feet, turning to face her mistress. The look in her eyes was cold and empty, mirroring the emotionless gaze of her mistress. She was ready for whatever her mistress had in store for her next.
