Today, the slave was in for a special treat as I had prepared a pile of shit just for him. But this time, I wanted to make sure he felt every bit of it. Not only would he have to swallow the entire mess, but he would also have to endure the stench as it filled both his mouth and nose. And just to make sure he could feel the full extent of my dominance, I'd push the remaining shit straight down his throat, leaving him reeking and disgusted for hours on end.
I sat down on the throne with my perfect round ass aimed straight at him. My puckered asshole was already starting to release tiny bits of shit, teasing him as he waited for what was coming next. I could see the fear in his eyes, but also an undeniable desire. He knew that once I was done with him, he'd be left exhausted and satisfied.
I stood up slowly, revealing my perfect body covered only by a small towel. My tits jiggled slightly as I walked towards him, and he couldn't help but to look up at me, meeting my gaze. As he looked into my eyes, I could see the spark of submission ignite within him. He knew that today, he was at my mercy.
I knelt down in front of him, leaning in close so that our breaths mingled together. He could feel the warmth of my body against his and the delicious smell of my shit filling his senses. Without warning, I grabbed hold of his head and forcefully pushed it down towards my asshole. His mouth opened wide, ready to receive everything I was about to give him.
And that's when I started pushing. I felt the cool air escape from his lungs as he gagged on the first chunk of my shit. It was huge, and he struggled to swallow it down. But as he did so, he could feel another chunk pushing against the back of his throat, demanding entry. Reluctantly, he took it in, feeling his stomach churn with revulsion and excitement.
Over and over again, I pushed my shit down his throat, feeling him choke and gag on every piece. He was completely at my mercy, and I reveled in the power I held over him. As his eyes rolled back in his head, I knew he was getting close to the edge. That's when I grabbed him by the hair and forced his face deeper into my crotch, shoving my shit straight down his throat until it blocked his nostrils, making it impossible for him to breathe through his mouth.
For what felt like hours, I held him like this, pushing and prodding until he could take no more. And then, just when I thought he couldn't handle any more, I released him, letting him catch his breath. He collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air and wondering what horror I would subject him to next. But for now, he would have to wait and see.
With that, I stood up and walked away, leaving him there, covered in my shit and exhausted. But even as he begged for mercy, I knew that somewhere deep inside him, there was a part that longed for more. And that's exactly what I intended to give him, over and over again.
