A Tale of Submission, Domination, and the Art of Shitting on Someone's Face
Miss Medea's dungeon-like room was filled with dark shadows and the occasional flicker of candlelight. The thick scent of raw sex and submission hung heavy in the air, painting a vivid picture of what was about to unfold. Her slave lay bound on the floor, his hands and feet tied tightly, nervously anticipating his mistress's next move.
"Today," she announced, her voice dripping with malice, "I will stuff your mouth full of my shit and piss."
Without hesitation, Miss Medea stepped forward, placing her foot right in front of the bound man's mouth. He eagerly began licking every inch, his cock already hardening at the mere thought of tasting her scent. She giggled devilishly, "You're such a disgusting pig."
As if in a trance, she grabbed a blender from a nearby table and unzipped her pants. The warm scent of golden piss filled the room as Miss Medea urinated into a cup, filling it to the brim. Carefully, she squatted down right above his open mouth and pushed the first log of shit onto his tongue. It slid down his throat easily and he eagerly awaited more.
"I'll make you a special cocktail," she whispered menacingly, "a mix of my shit and piss."
She added another layer of steaming hot piss to the blender and hit blend. The mixture swirled around, turning from dark brown to an ominous shade of gray. With a wicked grin, Miss Medea attached a wide funnel to the cup and held it just above his face. The thick, creamy liquid slowly dripped out, coating his chin and lips. He opened his mouth wider, eager to take in every last drop.
Despite feeling nauseous, the slave couldn't help but swallow fast - this was his mistress's gift after all. The warmth spread through his stomach, leaving him feeling both full and aroused. His cock throbbed in anticipation as his mind wandered back to the thought of tasting more of her filth.
Finally, when the cup was empty, Miss Medea removed the funnel and grabbed his cock. She stroked it slow, savoring the moment as pre-cum dripped from his tip. With one swift motion, she pumped him hard, forcing thick ropes of hot cum onto his face and neck.
"That's a taste of your own medicine," she laughed, "now clean up your mess."
As the slave licked his lips and face clean, he couldn't help but wonder what twisted delight Miss Medea had planned next. But one thing was clear: he was hers, body and soul.
