Lady Yuna, dressed in nothing but shiny latex, stood over her bound male slave with a smirk on her face. Her tight ass was presented to him like a sumptuous feast, and he could only stare hungrily at the enticing sight.
"I see you've been a good boy," she purred, running her gloved fingers along his chin before tracing down his chest to where the leash was attached. She pulled gently, bringing his face closer to her ass, still shiny from the recent enema she'd given him.
Her other hand reached behind her, gently spreading her cheeks apart to reveal her tight pink anus. She leaned over slightly, letting a warm stream of her recent dinner flow out of her into a small silver bowl on the floor below. The smell was intoxicating, and the slave's cock twitched in response.
"Now," Lady Yuna said softly, her breath warm against his cheek. "It's time for you to taste what you've been missing." She turned slowly, presenting her perfect behind once again. "Open wide, slave," she commanded, her voice taking on a domineering tone.
The slave opened his mouth as wide as he could, anticipating her next move. A moment later, she lowered herself gently onto his face, her weight pressing him into the floor. He felt the warmth of her body against his cheeks and the coolness of the bowl against his neck.
She lowered her hand between their bodies, guiding his head into position. He felt her soft lips brush against his cheek as she slowly lowered her tight, shimmering ass onto his face. The taste of her perfumed skin mixed with the tang of her shit as it filled his mouth.
"There you go," she whispered, her voice almost soothing. "Now suck on that for a while. I want you to really savor every last drop of my delicious shit." She leaned back slightly, her weight pressing down on him even as he struggled to breathe. "Take your time," she commanded.
Minutes passed, and Lady Yuna began to rock back and forth ever so slightly. Each motion sent a fresh wave of her warm, fragrant waste washing over the slave's tongue. He moaned around her ass, unable to help himself from tasting every last drop.
As she neared the end of her meal, she slowly began to pull away. The slave felt her weight leave his body, and he instinctively gulped down the remainder of her shit in his mouth. She stepped back, surveying him with a satisfied smile.
"That's a good boy," she praised, running her fingers through his hair. "You've pleased your mistress once again." She turned and walked away, her latex-clad rear end swaying seductively as she made her way towards the bedroom.
The slave lay there, exhausted but satisfied. A thin ribbon of drool ran from the corner of his mouth, trailing down his chin. He licked his lips, tasting the remnants of his mistress's meal. It was a taste he would remember for a long time.
