It was a normal morning for me, just like any other. My routine included doing the dishes and getting ready for my day ahead. As I scrubbed the plates and cups, I heard a familiar footstep approaching me. My master's presence always sent shivers down my spine, not only because of his imposing figure but also due to his unpredictable nature.
As he stood behind me, gently massaging my shoulders, I knew what was coming next. I didn't mind it though; I enjoyed being his object of desire. With my hands still submerged in bubbly water and suds, he whispered into my ear, "Show me how much you want it." His voice was husky and deep, sending vibrations throughout my body.
Without hesitation, I pulled my hands out of the water and turned around to face him. He held his impressive manhood in his hands, already stiff and ready for action. I knelt down in front of him, taking his massive dick into my mouth. I worked my tongue against the underside of his shaft while my nimble fingers massaged his balls.
As I felt him growing more excited, he pulled me up by the hair and guided me towards the toilet. He pressed against me, forcing his erection against my ass as he turned on the shower. "It's time for your morning shit," he commanded. I wasn't sure what he meant at first, but then realized he wanted me to defecate while he fucked me.
He adjusted the position of his hips, pushing his cock deep into my asshole before slapping my round cheeks. With each thrust, he grunted in sexual excitement while also encouraging me to release my bowels. The feeling of his cock stretching my tight opening combined with the urge to poop made me moan uncontrollably.
As he reached climax, he grabbed my hair and pulled my face towards his, ready to unload his seed into my mouth. At the same time, he reached around and massaged my prostate, sending waves of pleasure through my body. The hot mixture of his seed and saliva slowly trickled down my throat as I swallowed it gratefully.
He pulled out of me, leaving a trail of sweat and semen on my back. My asshole was still slightly throbbing from the intense pleasure. He turned me around, positioning my body on my knees with my head tilted back. Without warning, he shoved his cock back into my mouth, this time depositing stream after stream of thick, gooey feces.
As I gagged on the disgusting taste, he continued to fill my mouth and throat with his vile feces. He laughed maniacally as I struggled to keep it all down. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he pulled out, satisfied with his work.
He grabbed my tits, smearing the remaining feces across my chest. It was his way of marking me, his own personal possession. With a grin that could only be described as wicked, he grabbed a towel and wiped the remnants of our session onto my body, covering me in a thin layer of feces and semen.
As he left the bathroom, I could hear him whistling a cheerful tune. It was a surreal moment, one that I couldn't possibly have predicted earlier that morning. Yet, here I was, covered in my master's filth, feeling strangely aroused. It was a twisted kind of love, one that bordered on obsession.
I thought about cleaning up, but knew that would be pointless. This was the way things were now; I belonged to him, body and soul. A shiver ran down my spine as I realized I wouldn't have it any other way.
