As the moments ticked by, Rosella could feel her bowels churning restlessly. She had been holding it in for far too long, but with the knowledge that she would soon have someone's mouth to clean up after her, the thought only seemed to make her more excited. The slave, kneeling before her, waited patiently with a look of anticipation mixed with fear in their eyes.
With a huff, Rosella finally gave in to the urge and released a solid, meaty fart onto the floorboards. The smell was potent and pungent, causing the slave to crinkle their nose unhappily. But this was just a precursor to what was coming next. Slowly, she undid her pants and lowered them, exposing her soft, plump butt cheeks to the air. The slave whimpered as they caught sight of her pink puckered entrance, knowing full well what was about to happen.
With one final push, Rosella expelled a massive turd from her body, causing it to land with a splat on the floorboards. It was several inches long and meaty, covered in mucus and strands of her loose stool. Before the slave could react, she slipped their head underneath the pile of shit, pushing their face into it forcefully. The warmth enveloped their features as they were coated in her filth.
She let out a dark, twisted laugh as she watched them struggle against the weight of it all. "Swallow," she commanded sharply, her voice like cold steel. The slave whimpered again but managed to force the foul-tasting mass down their throat, their cheeks hollowing out as they did so.
Rosella grinned triumphantly as she felt the power course through her veins. This was what she lived for—dominating others and reducing them to nothing more than dirty creatures at her feet. She took great pleasure in their humiliation and submission.
She continued in this manner, relieving herself on the poor slave's face over and over again until they were nothing but a soiled mess themselves. Their once pristine robes were now stained with shit and smeared withToString. As their gasps for air became more desperate, Rosella only grew more sadistic, occasionally sticking a finger up their ass to force out even more of her foul-smelling waste.
Finally sated, Rosella stepped back, admiring her handiwork. The slave lay there, face covered in filth and tears streaming down their cheeks. But even in their broken state, they maintained eye contact with her; a testament to her control over them. With a satisfied smile, she left them there to clean up the mess they had become.
