Dea Samantha's Morning Sausage Shit Expedition
As I wake up early in the morning, the first thing on my mind is not breakfast but a sausage-sized shit awaiting release. I swiftly make my way to the lavatory, almost skipping with excitement at the thought of what's to come. The moment I sit down, it's as if all other thoughts disappear, and my body takes over.
With great effort, I begin to push and strain, feeling the familiar weight in my bowels. The chewy sensation of my turd as it finally begins to slide down my rectum is exhilarating. Slowly but surely, it starts to emerge, inch by precious inch. My breath hitches as I watch its progress in the mirror - a testament to my mastery over nature's calls.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, but all that registers in my heightened senses is the musky aroma of my own feculence. As I continue to push, the sausage-sized shit finally breaks free, slipping out of me with ease. It's a moment of pure ecstasy, one that I will cherish long after it's over.
I take my time admiring my creation, savoring every detail. The glistening moisture, the mounds of soft solids, the delicate strands of loose stool - each a testament to my mastery over this most primal of acts. Finally, I reach out to capture it somewhere private, knowing that this little treasure is destined for only one place: Scat is my slave's beloved meal, and it's my duty to provide him with the finest specimens of my art.
With a sense of satisfaction, I finish my morning routine and head towards the kitchen, already planning my next big shit expedition. For this queen of sausage shits, there's no holding back - only pushing forward towards greater glory and a more satisfying release.
