As the Christmas season rolled around, Mistress Anna sat on her throne preparing for a special treat. She had her loyal slave, whom she lovingly referred to as the "pork", kneeling before her with his face buried in her wide, perfumed gap. His eyes were filled with eager anticipation as he listened to his Mistress's instructions.
"Merry Christmas, little pork," Mistress Anna cooed. "I've got a special present for you today." She lowered her opulent velvet robes, revealing her plump, bare ass for all to see. The pork's mouth watered at the sight of his mistress's perfect derriere.
"Today is going to be a special day," Mistress Anna continued, her voice taking on a sultry tone. "You are going to receive my gift four times. And each time, you will clean my asshole with your tongue and then make sure that every drop of my precious nectar has been swallowed." She leaned forward, the warmth of her body enveloping the pork's face. "Do you understand your task, little pork?"
The pork nodded vigorously, his tongue swirling around in anticipation of tasting his mistress's divine shit. Mistress Anna gracefully lowered herself onto the toilet, her rear end suspended above the pork's open mouth. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment as she let out a soft, liquidy noise from her full asshole.
"Unh," she moaned, feeling the warmth of her own shit as it slid down her anus and into her pork's eager mouth. She watched as he worked his tongue, trying desperately to please her even as he struggled not to gag on the taste and texture of her shit.
Mistress Anna shit again, feeling her sphincter loosen as another torrent of brown, smelly liquid poured from her ass into the pork's mouth. He swallowed reflexively, his eyes watering from the disgusting yet arousing sensation of being so intimately connected with his Mistress's body.
"Goodboy," his Mistress praised him, patting his head affectionately. She shit for a third time, filling up the pork's stomach with her divine fecal matter. He gunned it all down, his face still plastered against her ass as he tried his best to please his Mistress.
By now, the pork was completely overcome with emotion; he had never felt so humiliated yet so exhilarated in his entire life. The taste of his Mistress's shit was mesmerizing, and he couldn't help but crave more of it. He watched in awe as she shit for a fourth time, the stream of hot, sticky feces gushing out of her ass and splattering on theloor.
"Drink," she commanded, pushing the lower part of his face into the puddle of her shit. The pork opened his mouth wide, eagerly accepting the gift of his Mistress's ass as he drank in what felt like the nectar of the gods.
Finally sated, Mistress Anna stood up and stretched, placing one hand on her ample waist and smacking her bare ass with the other. "What a fabulous gift," she praised, admiring her reflection in the mirror. Looking down at the pork, she smiled. "You've been a very good boy, my little pork. Now, clean me up and let's go enjoy our Christmas feast."
The pork slowly stood up, his knees shaking from the intensity of the experience. He picked up a wet wipe and started to clean his Mistress's perfect ass, feeling her warmth and her scent clinging onto him as he rubbed every inch of her clean.
As they walked towards the dining room, Mistress Anna kept up a casual conversation about the Christmas dinner plans while the pork struggled to keep his eyes off her mesmerizing ass. He knew that anytime she commanded it, he would happily drop to his knees and service her once again.
And so, the pork followed his Mistress into the festive dining room, his heart filled with love and admiration for the woman who had claimed his very soul.
