On Sunday evening, Christina sent me a message asking if I was busy the next day. My heart skipped a beat at the mere thought of seeing her again. When she asked if I was ready for her visit, I knew exactly what she had in mind. We had engaged in this unusual activity before, but it had been some time since our last encounter.
As always, I prepared myself by laying out all the necessary items on the table: a mask, gloves, a blindfold, and a container for catching the excrement. When Christina arrived, she handed me a note that read "smoked mackerel" - the new snack she had tried recently. I couldn't wait to taste it in her hot, homemade poo.
Christina looked stunning as she walked towards me. She wore a tight-fitting dress that accentuated her curvy figure. Before I could ask her to put on the mask, she blindfolded me with my own trousers by wrapping them around my eyes several times. This is always an exciting part of our encounters;I rely solely on my sense of smell and taste while Christina controls the visual aspect completely.
We made small talk as she positioned herself over the bucket, her sweet ass right above where the food awaited. She told me about her day, her friends, and what she had eaten for dinner last night. The anticipation was almost too much to bear as I imagined the delicious flavors I would soon experience.
Suddenly, I felt a warm gust of air against my face followed by a soft "plop" sound as Christina relieved herself into the bucket. The sweet, tangy aroma of smoked mackerel filled my nostrils along with faint notes of dark chocolate and mint. I couldn't believe how delicious it smelled.
With trembling hands, I picked up the plate she had prepared earlier and held it under her ass as she farted again. The cloud of gas mixed with the scent of her feces hit my face, causing me to inhale deeply. The flavors were incredible! I could taste the smoked fish, the nutty bits of chicken, and even a hint of cinnamon.
Slowly and carefully, I scooped up a spoonful of warm shit and guided it towards my mouth. As it reached my tongue, I closed my eyes and let the flavors wash over me. It was everything I had hoped for and more. The texture was surprisingly smooth, with tiny flecks of crunchy goodness mixed in.
Throughout the meal, Christina maintained control by issuing orders and occasionally allowing me to taste something extra. She loved watching my reactions and seeing how much she could push me. At one point, she even made me lick her anus clean, reminding me of my place in this twisted relationship.
As I finished the last bite of her poo, I felt an odd sense of accomplishment. It wasn't just the taste that had been satisfying but also the power exchange that had taken place between us. In that moment, I was not only Christina's toilet slave but also her willing participant in this unique form of pleasure.
