As a slave, you've always found yourself at the whim of your Mistress Luccia. Today was no different as you found yourself bound and tied up in her presence. The sun shone brightly overhead, bathing the luscious greenery of the forest in warm golden light. The gentle breeze danced through the leaves, carrying with it the faint smell of flowers and the distant sound of melodic birdsong. It was the perfect setting for a picnic with your Queen.
You watched as she laid out an extravagant spread before you both. Your stomach rumbled with anticipation, but your eyes were fixed on the impressive array of food she had prepared. Strange-looking fruits and nuts were scattered around, some you've never seen before in your life. But what caught your attention the most was the large, phallic-shaped object standing proudly at the center of the table. It gleamed under the sunlight, inviting you to taste its forbidden richness.
"What is that, my Queen?" You asked curiously, pointing at the object with your chained hand.
She leaned against the tree trunk beside her, the soft grass rustling under her leather boots. A sly grin spread across her lips as she approached you, her eyes sparkling with devilish delight. "Oh, this?" She purred, tracing her fingers teasingly around the bulbous head of the object. "This is a special treat just for you, my little slut."
Slowly, she knelt beside you, her luscious curves almost touching your chained form. She took hold of your chin, forcing your gaze to meet hers, and then leaned in to whisper in your ear. "Today, you'll be feasting on something very special indeed," she whispered, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. You felt your heart race with excitement and dread.
Before you could react, she gently pressed the tip of the large object against your lips. You opened your mouth, hesitantly at first, but once she began feeding it to you, it was impossible not to indulge. It tasted unlike anything you've ever tasted before—sweet, salty, and strangely addictive. She fed it to you slowly, savoring the sight of you eagerly consuming her gift.
But as she fed you more and more, you began to feel strange. The taste became bitter, and soon enough, you realized what it was - her shit. She was feeding you her shit. You tried to pull away in disgust, but her grip was too strong, and the taste too compelling. The more you struggled, the more she fed it to you, chuckling wickedly at your discomfort.
"Look at me," she commanded, and you couldn't help but obey. You looked up at her, tears in your eyes and a mixture of disgust and arousal on your face. She grinned, licking her lips suggestively. "Now it's time for you to show some gratitude."
She reached down between your legs and began stroking your half-hard cock teasingly. Your skin tingled where her leather-gloved hand touched you, and you found yourself growing even harder under her touch. She leaned in close, her warm breath fanning against your cheek as she whispered, "I want to see how much of this you can take before you cum."
You moaned, unable to resist her seductive touch as she continued to stuff her shit into your mouth, piece by piece. It was a depraved game of wills, and you weren't sure who was winning. All you knew was that you were wildly aroused despite the repulsive taste in your mouth and the bitter aftertaste that lingered on your tongue.
As she fed you her shit, she reached for something else beside her—a large glass filled with a murky, dark liquid. Your stomach churned at the sight of it. Morgenpisse—your personal drink of choice, only this time it was filled to the brim with her filth. She brought it close to your lips, letting you take slow sips from it as she continued to force-feed you her feces.
You tried to question her motives, but your mouth was too full of excrement to speak. You could only nod and make quiet sounds of protest as she fed you more and more, grinning maniacally all the while. Your cock throbbed in time with the beat of your heart, and despite yourself, you felt your balls tighten with pleasure.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she stopped feeding you her shit. The taste of it lingered on your tongue long after she'd pulled away, but it was nothing compared to the way your body ached for release. She stood up with a satisfied smile on her face, her boots leaving imprints in the grass as she stood over you.
"Now," she purred, "show me how much you've enjoyed my gift by tasting every last drop."
With that, she moved out of sight, leaving you alone with her smell and taste lingering in the air. You closed your eyes, trying to clear your mind of the image of her forcibly feeding you her shit. But all you could think about was how much you wanted to taste more, how much more pleasure would it bring you if only she would continue.
Slowly, you opened your mouth, revealing the remains of her shit still clinginging to your tongue. You swirled your tongue around in your mouth, savoring the faint taste, unable to believe how aroused it made you feel. Without another word, you threw your head back and took a long swig of the Morgenpisse, feeling it flood your mouth and dip down into your belly.
As you swallowed it all down, satisfied moans escaped your lips. A stream of pre-cum flooded the crotch of your leather restraints, testament to her ability to break and mold you into whatever she desired. You couldn't resist her any longer, not when she held such power over your body and mind. And as you waited for her to return, all you could think about was how eager you were to taste more of her filth.
