Tifany was curious about the little secret the girls had been whispering about. She listened intently as they discussed how they sometimes used their slaves' tongues to help them poop. The idea of it intrigued her, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of arousal at the thought.
As they continued their conversation, one of the girls suggested trying it out on Tifany. She hesitated at first, unsure about doing something so intimate in front of her friends. But then she thought about how much it would turn her on, and she couldn't resist anymore.
"Okay," she finally agreed. "I'll try it."
The girls nodded in approval and turned to their slave, who was standing at the ready. Tifany's heart was hammering in her chest as she stripped off her pants and underwear, revealing her bare bottom to him for the first time. She felt both exposed and incredibly turned on.
The slave knelt down between her legs, his eyes fixated on her round ass cheeks. Gently, he parted them with his fingers and kissed her tenderly on the anus. She gasped as a wave of pleasure washed over her, and she felt her body begin to respond.
As the pleasure built up inside her, Tifany felt the familiar tightness in her bowels that meant she needed to poop. She gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles turning white with excitement and anticipation. "It's working," she whispered, barely able to contain herself.
The slave pressed his tongue deeper into her tight hole, stroking and teasing her as she squirmed in anticipation. Finally, she couldn't hold it in any longer. With a sigh of relief, she released her bowels, feeling a warm rush of pleasure wash over her as she emptied her ass into the slave's waiting mouth.
As the intensity of the orgasm subsided, Tifany looked down at the slave with new eyes. She had never felt so powerful, so in control. And she knew she wanted more. She nodded to him, urging him on, not caring who saw what was happening anymore.
With each passing moment, the pleasure grew more intense as the slave continued to bring her to climax after climax. Tifany felt like she was floating on a cloud, basking in the afterglow of each orgasm as they washed over her body in wave after wave.
When it was finally over, Tifany looked down at the slave, who was drooling from between her legs. His eyes were pleading with her, wearing an expression of gratitude mixed with anxiousness. She smiled warmly at him, feeling a rush of tenderness wash over her. "It's okay," she whispered, squeezing his shoulder gently. "You did good."
And with that, she pulled him up to his feet, feeling a newfound sense of ownership over him. She didn't know where their relationship would go from here, but she knew that for now, she had him. Completely.
