Mistress Ann - Meeting my shit-eater after a very long time
As the warm summer breeze blew through the room, Mistress Ann couldn't help but smile. She had enjoyed many amazing experiences during this season, but none quite as satisfying as the grimy tasks she had in store for her long-suffering toilet slave. He had waited patiently for months, begging and pleading to be allowed back into her good graces. Now, at last, the time had come for him to prove his worth once again.
Mistress Ann took a moment to admire her creation: a mountain of steaming, brown feces, ready and waiting for her loyal servant to consume. She couldn't help but chuckle as she remembered the days when he used to beg for even the smallest taste of her delicious "caviar". Those times were long gone now. The once-proud man kneeling before her was reduced to a pathetic wreck, desperate for the sweet release that only her shit could provide.
Slowly, methodically, she pushed the first piece of her prize into his eager mouth. At first, he struggled for breath as the firm, musky flavor assaulted his senses. But after a few moments, he began to adjust, savoring each bite with increasing enthusiasm. It was clear that he had truly missed her special brand of intimacy.
As he worked his way through the mountain of filth, Mistress Ann couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She watched with delight as he slurped and sucked at her shitty cock, his tongue darting expertly between her thick, gooey droppings. It was almost as if he was born to be her living toilet, dedicated to serving her every need - no matter how dirty or depraved.
Finally, when he had licked every last drop from her stinky cock, Mistress Ann nodded her approval. "Good boy," she purred, reaching down to pat his head affectionately. "You've proven yourself once again. Now go and clean yourself up, because I have more delicious treats waiting for you tomorrow."
With a wink and a grin, Mistress Ann turned away, leaving her toilet slave to ponder his good fortune. As he stumbled off to clean up his own filthy mess, he couldn't help but wonder how he'd ever survive without her. And yet, he knew that as long as he remained at her mercy, he never would have to face that fear. For now, he was content to live out his days as her loyal shit-eater, grateful for every chance she gave him to taste her heavenly shit.
