Dea Samantha stood over her slave with a peppy grin on her face. She watched as he eagerly looked up at her, his eyes full of anticipation. She knew exactly what he was thinking, and it made her heart race with excitement.
"Well, aren't you a good boy?" she mused, a sly smile playing on her lips. "I haven't even gone yet, and you're already so eager to please me."
Dea Samantha was wearing a tight, black latex dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The dress reached down to her knees, baring her toned legs for all to see. She also wore stilettos, making her already towering presence seem even more dominant.
As she gazed down at her slave, she noticed the way his eyes grew wide with desire. It was like he couldn't help himself from admiring her body and the power she held over him. It was exactly what she had been looking for.
"Go ahead," she commanded, her voice low and seductive. "Admire me."
Her slave did as he was told, his eyes tracing every curve of her body. He lingered on her round ass, wondering what she had in store for him. His heart raced as he thought about the possibility of tasting her sweet poops.
Dea Samantha could feel the warmth growing within her. She knew it was time to reward her slave for his obedience. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she turned around and bent over, giving him full access to her plump behind.
"Eat it up," she purred, her voice filled with dark delight. "Swallow every delicious morsel."
Her slave hesitated for only a moment before leaning in closer. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he approached Dea Samantha's exposed ass. Trembling with anticipation, he leaned in and gently stuck out his tongue, tasting the sweetness on her flesh.
As he started licking her smooth butthole, Dea Samantha moaned softly, her head thrown back in pleasure. She knew that her slave found her poop irresistible, and it excited her beyond words. She watched as he lapped up every last drop of her mess, cleaning her perfectly until she was squeaky clean.
Finally, she straightened up and turned around to face her slave once again. Her eyes were ablaze with lust and power. "That was amazing," she whispered, running a hand through her tousled hair. "You truly are the best slave ever."
Her slave could only nod his head in agreement, his heart still thumping wildly in his chest. He looked up at Dea Samantha, waiting for her next command. She smiled down at him, knowing that he was hers forever.
