In a dimly lit room, rows of gleaming chrome slaves were lined up silently awaiting instructions from their Mistress, Mystress T. Today, Mystress T had decided to feed her slaves again, and she chose two particularly small and vulnerable-looking specimens to be her playthings. Approaching them slowly, she placed a speaker between each of their trembling legs, their eyes fixed on her every movement. She stood before them towering over them, her swollen pussy dripping with anticipation.
"It's time to feed my little pets," she purred, her voice sending shivers down their spines.
Crouching down, Mystress T positioned the first slave so that his face was directly in line with her gaping ass crack, his mouth already watering uncontrollably at the thought of getting even a taste of his Mistress's excrement. She spread her cheeks wide, baring her puckered anal opening to him, and with a flick of her wrist, the first soft turd popped out onto his tongue. He eagerly devoured it, moaning in pleasure as he savored the tangy flavor.
"Good boy," she crooned, patting his head affectionately before moving on to the next slave. He too obeyed without question, his mind clouded by the powerful aphrodisiac cocktail she'd fed him earlier. As he felt her firm, round ass press against his face, he opened his mouth eagerly, ready to consume whatever she deigned to give him. Another warm turd came out, this one slightly larger than the first, and once again, he swallowed it whole, licking her tight asshole appreciatively.
Mystress T watched them both with a satisfied smile on her lips; this was what submission was all about – complete and utter devotion to one's desires, no matter how depraved they might seem to others. She moved between them, alternating between feeding each one until they had both cleaned her out satisfactorily. The sticky residue of their own bodily fluids and her feces coated their chins, but they didn't seem to mind; in fact, they looked up at her with adoration and gratitude in their eyes.
As she stood back up, the heaviness in her groin told her it was time for round two; only this time, she decided to take things up a notch. She grabbed a third speaker and positioned it in front of her, her plump ass cheeks already starting to wobble as she prepared to unleash her fecal fury upon it. With a thunderous moan, she released a torrent of diarrhea onto the waiting platform, its acrid smell filling the room.
"Now, you two," she ordered, pointing at the exhausted yet still-aroused slaves. "Lick it up."
They complied obediently, tongues darting out to lap at the steaming pile of shit on the platform. Their Master's waste tasted even better than before, and they continued lapping away hungrily, their tongues finding hidden gems of fecal goodness buried deep within the pile. As they lapped and licked, their Mistress watched them, a satisfied grin on her face. The longer they continued, the more the pile would grow, and the more eagerly they would consume it.
Finally sated, Mystress T stepped back, allowing her pussy once again to steal the show. Her slippery juices coated the platform, and without prompting, the slaves began licking them up too, their tongues darting out like tiny electric eels tasting every drop. She watched them curiously, wondering how far she could push them next time. Already, images of even more elaborate feasts – perhaps with different toppings or flavors – were dancing through her mind.
As they lay, exhausted but content, their heads lolling to one side, they couldn't help but imagine what she might have in store for them next. Their minds clouded by desire and the effects of the aphrodisiac cocktail, they could only hope that they would be chosen again to serve their Mistress Mystress T and taste the sweet nectar of her divine ass.
