Lady Scarlet awoke with a groan, her stomach rumbling in protest as she sat up in bed. It was breakfast time, and the sight that greeted her eyes sent a shiver down her spine. Her slave lay naked before her, his eyes fixed on her divine ass as he watched her every move. He knew what was expected of him; he was here to serve his Lady Scarlet.
With a soft smile, she stood up and stretched, her breasts bouncing lightly against her silk robe. She reached for a tray on the nightstand, holding it steady as she climbed onto the toilet seat. She took a sip of her hot cappuccino, savoring the gentle warmth that spread through her body. Biscuits and a small bowl of steaming shit sat next to her cup.
As she chewed and swallowed the biscuit, the whimpers from beneath her grew louder. His desire was clear; he wanted nothing more than to taste his Mistress's morning offering. She spit out a mouthful of biscuits, some of the crumbs landing in his waiting mouth. He eagerly swallowed them down, his tongue tracing over her saliva.
With a wicked grin, Lady Scarlet picked up the bowl and held it close to his face. "Taste," she purred, her voice low and threatening. He parted his lips, anticipating the bitter taste of the shit. She was his world, and he would do anything to please her. With slow, calculated movements, she placed the bowl in his lap, letting it spill onto his naked chest.
Her hands moved to her ass, pulling apart the cheeks to reveal her tight little hole. "Clean me," she commanded, her tone harsh. He reached up with a trembling hand, his index finger finding its way between her folds. As he gently circled her anus, she leaned back against the cool tile, closing her eyes in pleasure.
His tongue continued its dance, licking up every drop of sweat and Essence of her body. She leaned forward again, letting out a soft moan. "Caress it, soothe it," she ordered, her voice thick with need. His fingers slipped inside her, finding her tight passage. He began to explore, teasing her with soft strokes as she shivered in excitement.
With a loud gasp, she sat up again, the bowl of shit still in his lap. She reached down, her hand closing around him. "Let's see who gets to eat," she teased, her other hand holding the bowl. She lowered herself again, this time sitting on the edge of the toilet seat. The smell of shit filled the air, but she paid no heed. All that mattered was satisfying her hunger.
As she began to grind her ass against his face, he reached up with a trembling hand, picking up one of the biscuits. His fingers hesitated, the taste of his Mistress's essence still lingering on his tongue. With a deep breath, he forced it down, feeling the warmth spread through his stomach.
She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his face as she watched him eat. Her grip on his cock tightened, her thumb rubbing circles around his tight entrance. He moaned, unable to contain the pleasure that coursed through him. She smiled, taking another sip of her coffee.
"Taste it," she commanded, pressing the rim of the bowl to his lips. He opened his mouth, tasting the bitter flavor of the shit mixed with his own essence. As he swallowed, she reached down and guided his head upwards, forcing his tongue to touch her anus. He whimpered, unable to resist her command.
She sat back again, her hand still on his cock. "Now, finish your breakfast," she purred, her voice dripping with sensuality. With deliberate slowness, he picked up the small turds that had fallen to the side and placed them in his mouth. He chewed and swallowed, a mixture of nervousness and excitement coursing through him.
As he finished the last bit of shit, he looked up at her, eager for her approval. She nodded, her gaze locked on his. Slowly, she stood up, her robe falling open to reveal her perfect body. She took a step towards him, her fingers tracing over his lips. He leaned forward, his tongue darting out to taste her essence once again.
With a soft laugh, she pulled away, lifting her robe once more. "Not yet," she purred, her voice low and seductive. He trembled, his mind reeling with desire and anticipation. She was in control, and he loved every second of it.
