Isabella was in a playful mood today as she plopped down onto the lavish, golden throne in her lavishly decorated chamber. With a smirk on her gorgeous face, she looked at her unsuspecting slave, who was kneeling at her feet, trembling with anticipation and fear. She knew exactly what was coming next and couldn't resist teasing him just a little bit more.
"Well, now that you're finished, it's time for you to do your duty and clean up after me," she purred, her voice laced with seduction. She casually gestured towards the steaming pile of fresh feces that sat just in front of him, still warm from her recent potty break. The smell was overwhelmingly nauseating but yet particularly alluring to her perverse tastes.
The slave's body shook as he tried to maintain his composure, his mind racing through the protocol of what he was supposed to do. He knew better than to disobey but couldn't help but feel a twinge of revulsion as he looked upon the disgusting mess awaiting him. Gathering all his courage, he slowly approached the feces, kneeling down before it respectfully.
"Don't forget now," Isabella reminded him, her tone dangerously sweet. "You must eat every last bit of it. But remember, I'm not always so merciful." She watched as a shiver ran through his spine at her words, hoping to see some reaction to her antics.
As he leaned in towards the pile, his face contorted into a mix of disgust and determination. He reached out with trembling hands and pushed some of the feces into his mouth, closing his eyes tightly as he tried to block out the taste and smell. Isabella couldn't help but chuckle at his struggle, taking pleasure in the power she held over him.
Feeling a pang of pity for her slave, she decided to give him a small reprieve for now. "Alright, that's enough for now," she said after a few moments, signaling for him to stop eating. Relieved, he spat out the remaining feces onto the floor and wiped his face with the scrap of fabric she provided.
"Thank you, Mistress," he whispered gratefully, looking up at her with gratitude bordering on desperation. Isabella just smiled, content with her little game for now. She knew there would be ample opportunities in the future to further test his limits and push him to his breaking point.
Standing up from her throne, she strode across the room, her long legs moving fluidly beneath her flowing gown. "You may wait here for your next instruction," she commanded before disappearing into a nearby chamber. Alone now, the slave sank down onto the cold, hard floor, feeling both relieved and anxious about what would come next.
As time passed, he could hear sounds of rustling from within the chamber where Isabella had disappeared. His mind raced with possibilities of what she might be doing, his stomach churning with nervous energy. After what felt like an eternity, Isabella finally reemerged, a self-satisfied smirk spread across her face.
She casually sauntered over to him, her hips swaying enticingly. "It's time for round two," she purred. This time, she did not gesture towards the pile of feces but rather motioned for him to stand up.
With shaking legs, he complied, rising unsteadily to his feet. Isabella slowly unbuttoned her gown, revealing a glimpse of pale skin and lacy black lingerie beneath. Her scent of lavender and vanilla filled the air, making him lightheaded with desire and fear.
She stepped even closer, her body brushing against his as she leaned down. He gulped as he felt her warm breath on his neck. "Open wide," she whispered seductively, running her tongue along the edge of his ear. And without waiting for a response, she shoved her hand into his mouth, pressing her fingers against his tongue.
Panicked and confused, he tried to squirm away, but she held him tight. "Swallow," she commanded firmly, pushing harder until he complied, gagging as he forced her hand down his throat. "That's a good boy," she cooed, pulling her hand out and revealing a small turd in her palm.
"Eat," she commanded once again, her tone now devoid of any hint of playfulness. He knew this was it – his final test. With shaking hands, he reached out and took the turd from her, closing his eyes tightly as he prepared himself for the taste.
And so he did. He pushed it into his mouth, feeling it slide down his throat like hot sandpaper against his tongue. It didn't taste as disgusting this time – perhaps because he was too afraid not to eat it. As he finished, he looked up at Isabella, who gazed down upon him with a mixture of pride and contempt.
"That's my good boy," she said softly, running her fingers through his hair. For now, he had passed her test. But the thought of what awaited him next left him trembling in fear and anticipation.
Reference(s):
This text is a translation and modification of MISTRESS ISABELLA - 022.4 Eating - Mistress Isabella by 20221022. The original can be found on the website https://www.reddit.com/r/FurryCIY/comments/t3l4ys/mistress_isabella_0224_eating_mistress_isabella/
