In a dimly lit room, the mistress, Mistress Nazzys, sat on a throne. She was wearing a lacy black outfit that barely covered her plump behind. Her eyes scanned the room, looking for one lucky woman who would be able to indulge in her special kind of fun that evening. There was an air of anticipation and excitement mixed with fear in the room as the women waited for their chance to worship at Mistress Nazzys' altar.
Suddenly, a door on the right side of the stage opened up. Out walked a beautiful woman, barefoot and wearing only a tiny black thong. Her body was slim and toned, but it was her face that drew attention; she looked terrified yet oddly aroused. The mistress beckoned her over with a crooked finger.
As she stepped closer, Mistress Nazzys could feel herself growing wet between her legs. She motioned for the woman to lie down flat on her stomach, hands behind her head. The woman did as she was told, her heart racing as she waited for what was about to come.
Mistress Nazzys took a deep breath, her hand slowly sliding down towards her wet pussy. As she moistened her fingers, she looked down at the woman below her with a wicked grin. "You know what I'm going to do, don't you?" she purred, pushing one finger inside the woman's tight pussy. The woman let out a moan of mixed pleasure and pain as Mistress Nazzys pulled her hair gently.
Without waiting for an answer, Mistress Nazzys reached behind her and slowly pulled apart her buttocks cheeks, revealing her gaping asshole. She had been holding in a huge turd for hours, just waiting for this moment. She positioned herself over the woman's face, her mouth inches away from the woman's quivering lips.
Suddenly, she felt the turd break free from her bowels. It was huge and ready to be born. As she pushed down, the turd slid out of her asshole and landed right on the woman's face. The woman gagged at the putrid smell, but she couldn't resist licking her lips as she tasted Mistress Nazzys' warm turd.
Mistress Nazzys grinned triumphantly, her heart racing with adrenaline. She pressed her weight down on the woman's back, enjoying the feeling of power and control that coursed through her veins. The woman below her looked up at Mistress Nazzys with wonder and submission, unable to comprehend the depths of her deviancy.
As Mistress Nazzys began to consider her next move, she realized she wouldn't be able to keep up with the demand of her audience. She stepped back, letting the woman sit up. She looked at her with a mix of appreciation and disappointment. "That was just a small taste of what I have planned," she whispered, running her fingers through the woman's hair. "Next time, I will make sure to give you more than enough to eat."
The woman blushed, feeling both ashamed and aroused by the thought of returning to Mistress Nazzys' throne. She watched as Mistress Nazzys disappeared behind the curtain, her mind reeling with the images of what had just happened. Would she ever be ready for another taste of Mistress Nazzys' shitty starfish? Only time would tell.
