Chinese Scat Love: A Personal Account of Extreme Poop Fetishism
As I lay tied up in my mistress's chambers, my heart raced with anticipation. It was her custom to indulge in acts of extreme fetishism, and tonight was no exception. The scent of jasmine and incense filled the air, creating an intimate atmosphere. Suddenly, she stepped out from behind a silk curtain, her perfect body adorned in a sheer red kimono that revealed the outline of her plump, round ass.
"Tonight, my pet, you will worship at the altar of my asshole," she purred, her silky black hair swaying gently around her face. She walked towards me, her hips swaying in a hypnotic rhythm that made it impossible for me to look away.
With a practiced move, she knelt down beside me, revealing the full glory of her backside. The moonlight streamed through the windows, casting an ethereal glow over her smooth, brown skin. As I stared at her perfect ass, my cock began to harden in my pants.
"You are so eager, my little slave," she said, her voice teasing. "But first, you must prove your devotion."
She stood up and untied the sash of her kimono, letting it fall to the floor. There she was, completely naked, her bulging eyes fixed on mine. She climbed onto a small stool and placed a mirror in front of her, positioning her ass so that I could see every inch of her gaping asshole.
"Kneel before me and pay homage to my holy shithole," she commanded, her voice filled with authority.
I crawled towards her, my head level with her asshole. The warmth of her body radiated against my skin as I leaned in closer. The smell of her ass filled my nostrils, a heady mixture of sweat and excrement that sent shivers down my spine.
"Lick it clean," she ordered, spreading her cheeks apart.
I began licking her asshole, cleaning it with my tongue as best I could. She moaned softly, encouraging me to work my tongue deeper inside her anus. As I licked, she leaned forward, giving me better access to her tight asshole.
Finally, she pulled away and turned around, revealing her plump, dripping asshole to me. With a mischievous grin, she reached down and spread her cheeks apart, revealing her steaming, freshly-shit turd. She leaned closer to me, her breath hot against my ear.
"Now," she whispered, "it's time for you to eat."
She lifted her fat, juicy turd from her asshole, holding it in front of my face. I couldn't believe what was happening, but I couldn't deny my desires. I opened my mouth and took the first bite, letting the warm, earthy flavor of her shit fill my mouth.
With each bite, I savored the taste of my mistress's asshole on my tongue. She watched me intently, her eyes filled with pride and satisfaction. As I finished the last bite, I felt a surge of power course through my veins. I was hers, completely and utterly.
She leaned down and kissed me gently on the forehead, her hands running through my hair. "Now,” she said, “you are ready to take your rightful place as my slave."
And so, I did. From that moment on, I worshiped at the altar of my mistress's asshole, grateful for the opportunity to taste the fruits of her labor. Our relationship was one of extreme love and devotion, bound together by the taboo world of scat and our shared fetishistic desires.
