Mistress lay on the floor, her legs spread wide, as she watched her new slave struggle to please her. She had given him explicit instructions on how to eat her pussy—instructions he had failed to follow adequately. She could tell by the look on his face that he knew he had disappointed her.
"You are pathetic," Mistress hissed. Her anger was palpable as she stood up and looked down at him. "You are shit at eating my pussy."
The slave cowered under her gaze, knowing full well the consequences of his failure. He had only been with Mistress for a short while, but he already feared her wrath more than anything else in the world.
"Since you're so bad at eating pussy," Mistress continued, her voice colder than ice, "maybe you should try something else."
She turned her back to him and lowered her pajama bottoms, revealing her pale round ass cheeks. The slave felt a surge of fear wash over him—he knew what was coming next.
"Eat my shit," Mistress commanded.
The slave hesitated for a moment before crawling over to her. He couldn't believe what he was about to do, but he knew there was no escaping Mistress' wrath. He leaned in closer, his face just inches from her ass, and took a deep breath.
With a loud groan, Mistress released a soft, sloppy log of shit onto the slave's tongue. It was warm and slimy, coating his mouth and filling his nostrils with its foul odor. He tried not to gag as he forced himself to swallow every last drop.
Mistress watched with satisfaction as the slave struggled to keep from vomiting. When he finally managed to swallow, she leaned forward and delivered another load of shit onto his outstretched tongue. This one was a bit harder to swallow, but he managed it somehow.
By the time Mistress was finished, the slave's face was covered in a thick layer of her shit. He felt disgusting and humiliated, but he knew there was more coming.
"Now lick my asshole clean," Mistress ordered.
The slave obeyed, crawling between Mistress' legs and pressing his tongue against her shitty asshole. He lapped at the sticky mess, tasting the remnants of her last meal and the acidity of her ass. His face was pressed so close to her crotch that he could feel the warmth radiating from her pussy.
As he licked and lapped, Mistress let out a slow series of moans that sounded more like sighs of satisfaction. She was pleased with his efforts, but she wasn't going to let him off the hook so easily.
"You're getting better," she said softly, "but you still have a long way to go."
The slave didn't reply. He knew that as long as he was under Mistress' control, there would be no escape from her twisted games or her sadistic punishments. All he could do was obey and hope that one day he might please her enough to earn his freedom.
