As the new year approached, Love to Shit Girls found herself in a reflective mood. She had made great strides in her career as a dominatrix, but one aspect of her job always brought her the greatest satisfaction - training new slaves. This year, she had chosen a particularly promising candidate - a man who had been introduced to her by a former submissive.
She decided that his first task as her slave would be to prepare a special meal for their New Year's celebration. Love to Shit Girls knew how much he worshiped her ass, and she had planned an intimate gathering for them to share. The menu would include all of her favorite dishes, but the main course was something truly unique - food prepared with her own feces.
The slave was nervous yet excited as he set about preparing the meal. He had never cooked for someone like his mistress before, and the thought of using her feces to create something delicious both terrified and aroused him. As he worked, he couldn't help but fantasize about the moment when he would present the dish to her, waiting for her approval and even anticipating her praise.
The day of the celebration arrived, and the slave anxiously awaited his mistress's arrival. He was meticulous in arranging the table, ensuring that everything was perfect. When she finally entered the room, he knelt before her, head bowed in submission.
"Rise, my slave," she said, her voice commanding yet gentle. He stood up, his hands shaking slightly as he prepared to present the meal he had worked so hard on.
"Your dinner is ready, Mistress," he said, his voice quivering with excitement. "I hope you will find it to your liking."
She smiled, a sly smile that hinted at both pleasure and dominance. "Thank you for your hard work, my slave. Now, let's see what you have prepared."
The slave felt a surge of anticipation as he lifted the lid on the dish, revealing a platter filled with rich, aromatic food. And there, in the center, sat a steaming mound of what looked like chopped meat.
His heart raced as he watched his mistress's reaction. Would she be disgusted? Would she reject him for his daring? But to his immense relief, she nodded approvingly.
"Well done, my slave," she said, her voice resonating with pride. "This is truly a masterpiece. I am honored that you have chosen to create such a delicacy for me."
With trembling hands, the slave offered her the dish, hoping against hope that she would accept his offering. With a smile of approval, she reached out and took a small piece of the 'meat,' bringing it to her lips and taking a bite.
As he watched her savor the flavor, the slave couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and satisfaction. He had pleased his mistress, and that was all that mattered. Together, they enjoyed the meal, sharing quiet moments of intimacy and mutual understanding.
When the meal was finished, Love to Shit Girls smiled warmly at her slave. "You have served me well, my pet," she said. "And now it is time for you to serve me in a more... personal way."
As she led him to her bedroom, the slave couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and anticipation. But he knew that whatever his mistress had planned, he would willingly submit to her every whim. Because in her presence, he felt alive, complete, and utterly devoted.
