In the midst of preparing for a party that evening, I found myself with an unbearable urge to defecate. Unfortunately, the bathroom was out of order, leaving me no choice but to use my slave as a makeshift toilet bowl. She kneeled before me, her eyes wide with fear and anticipation as she watched the sausages dangling from my hand.
"Open wide," I commanded sternly. My heart raced but my determination remained unwavering. She complied obediently, stretching her mouth wide open in submission. I placed one sausage after another inside her mouth until it was filled. She struggled to keep up as I fed her the savory snacks, munching on them like a good girl while her mouth was stuffed with my filth.
"Now, you'll like this next part," I grinned wickedly, reaching down between her legs and extracting a enormous, juicy strawberry. With a devious smirk on my face, I smeared the thick, red jam from the fruit all over her quivering lower lip. Her mouth fell open in astonishment at the taste – a mix of sweet and salty, tangy and rich.
"That's my cum, slave," I hissed in her ear, feeling my cock stirring against my tights. "Now you've tasted it, you'll be wanting more of it." My voice dropped into a deep, sultry purr as I gave her one last sausage before pushing her gently to her knees. "And when you're ready for more, you know where to find me."
Shivering with anticipation and fear, she took the hint and climbed onto the bed, positioning herself between my legs. She lowered her head and parted her lips, her tongue flicking out hesitantly to taste herself on my cum-covered labia. "More?" she asked timidly, her eyes locked onto mine.
Mad with desire, I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head down hard onto my cock. "Yes, fucking take it," I growled hoarsely as she took me deep into her throat. My hips bucked against her face, and she choked and spluttered around my throbbing shaft.
"That's it, baby," I crooned, stroking her hair gently. "Take your Mistress where she wants to go." I let go of her hair and placed both my hands on the small of her back, guiding her movements as she sucked and licked every inch of my cock. Her lips brushed against the sensitive skin of my throbbing clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
As she worked her magic on my aching pussy, I couldn't help but marvel at how far we had come. From the very first time I used her as a human toilet, we've grown closer, our bond stronger. Now, with every dirty deed we commit, we draw deeper into each other's darkness, shaping ourselves anew in the twisted flames of our passion.
