As I stepped into the bathroom, I couldn't help but feel a sense of power surge through me. My slave, Damien, was on his knees before me, his eyes locked onto the bulge in my pants. He knew what was coming and it made my heart race with excitement.
"Today, my love, you get to consume all that comes out of my asshole," I purred, my voice dripping with desire. My ass cheeks clenched together as if they were preparing for the sweet release that was about to be unleashed.
Damien's mouth watered at the thought of tasting my shit. He reached out with trembling hands to unbutton my pants, revealing the treasure trove that awaited him. I watched as his eyes widened in awe at the sight of my juicy asshole.
"I'm ready, my love," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of water running in the background. I nodded approvingly, my heart racing as I felt the pressure building up inside of me.
With a firm push, I released a delicious-smelling log of shit onto the waiting tongue of my slave. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he savored every last bite. He lapped up the sweet nectar, groaning with pleasure as he repeated the process over and over again.
As he cleaned up the remnants of my shit from the floor, I walked over to admire my reflection in the mirror. My body glistened with perspiration and the scent of shit filled the air around me.
"You love my shit, don't you?" I asked, turning to face him. His eyes met mine, filled with nothing but adoration and gratitude.
"Yes, my lord. I love your shit and your asshole more than anything in this world," he replied, his voice trembling with emotion.
I smiled cruelly, knowing that he meant every word. "Then prove it to me," I purred, walking back towards him. "Clean up my asshole properly."
Without hesitation, he moved towards me, his tongue hovering just above my anus. He breathed in deeply, relishing the scent of his master's asshole. Slowly, he started licking and kissing my asshole, driving me wild with pleasure.
"That's it, my love," I moaned softly, closing my eyes as I lost myself in the sensation. I could feel my toes curl as he lavished attention on my most intimate parts.
Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in this twisted act of love and submission. When he finally pulled away, I could see the thin strip of cum on his face, reflecting the depth of his devotion.
"You are truly mine, my love," I whispered softly, pulling him in for a fierce kiss. As we collapsed onto the floor together, our hearts beating in unison, I knew that our bond would only grow stronger with each passing day. Our love for each other's filth was a beautiful thing, and we were lucky to have found one another.
