Mistress Anna, the divine goddess, surveyed her newest acquisition with a smirk. She had brought him to her luxurious home after acquiring him at an auction. The slave was young, handsome, and fit—perfect for the tasks she had planned for him. His wide, terrified eyes met hers, and he let out a small whimper. This would be his first experience under her control, but it certainly wouldn't be his last.
Anna ordered the slave to kneel before her, his face pressed down to the ground. He obeyed immediately, his heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come. Slowly, she lifted his face off the ground and placed it between her thighs. His eyes widened further as he realized that he was going to experience her divine scent up close and personal.
"Enjoy it, pig," Anna purred, taking pleasure in the way his nostrils flared as he tried to breathe in her intoxicating aroma. For several minutes, she simply sat there, letting him take it all in. When she felt that he had soaked up enough of her fragrance, she moved him, positioning him so that his face was directly under hers.
"I'm going to eat, smoke, and generally enjoy myself while sitting on your face," she informed him. "This will be your new purpose in life—to be my personal throne."
The slave trembled beneath her weight as she settled down, her soft legs encircling his head. He could feel her gentle heat against his skin, and the softness of her silky robe brushed against his cheek. For nearly an hour, she remained still, enjoying her meal and taking occasional drags off her cigarette. The prisoner beneath her struggled for air, his eyes pleading with hers for mercy. But she ignored his pleas, taking pleasure in the sight of his desperation.
Finally, she stood up, a satisfied smile on her lips. She had enjoyed her meal, and the slave had served his purpose well. She moved him into the bathroom, where she positioned him over the toilet bowl. He braced himself, knowing what was coming next.
"Open wide," Anna commanded, and he obeyed without hesitation. She lowered her perfect derriere onto his face, covering his mouth with her soft, warm cheeks. He could feel her sphincter tighten as she prepared herself to release her treasured load—his first taste of his new mistress's divine shit.
With a slow, deliberate movement, Anna pushed out a fat, juicy turd. It landed squarely on the slave's tongue, and he struggled not to gag as he tasted her for the first time. Slowly, she lowered herself further, making sure that every inch of his face was covered in her rich, fertile waste. She grunted with satisfaction as she began to fill his mouth and push the rest of her load out.
When she finally stood up, her cheeks were rosy from the effort of pushing out so much food. She surveyed her creation with pride, taking in the site of her beautiful mess covering her slave's face. "You're a natural," she murmured, running her fingers lightly over the mess she had created. "I'll definitely be using you for more advanced toilet training in the future."
And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving the trembling slave alone to deal with the aftermath of his first humiliating—but incredibly arousing—experience under Mistress Anna's control.
