As Mistress Marlena gazed at the dog bowl filled with her steaming, soft turd, she couldn't help but feel a sense of sadistic delight. She had refrained from taking a shit for two whole days, much to her and her slave's disappointment. But now, she had decided to take matters into her own hands – or rather, her own ass.
She carefully picked up the glistening shit sausage, marveling at its perfect shape and texture. She had made sure to keep her alimentary canal in top condition for this special meal; after all, her slave deserved nothing but the best from his Mistress.
Calling him over with a click of her tongue, she bent down and smirked as she watched him approach, his eyes wide with anticipation and lust. He knew what was coming, but he couldn't resist the call of his Mistress.
"Tonight's dinner is going to be extra special," she purred, her eyes glinting with mischief. "You've been such a good little piggy, deserving of nothing but the very best."
And with that, she knelt down and shoved the first, thick inch of her shit sausage into his mouth, savoring the groans of pleasure that escaped his lips. He closed his eyes, relishing in the taste and texture of her warm excrement as it slowly slid down his throat.
But this was no ordinary meal. As promised, Mistress Marlena produced a dildo, slick with saliva, and pushed it deep into his mouth. Her slave moaned around the cock, taking it as deep as he could as she ordered him to "show her how much you love taking my shit". He opened his eyes to look at her, and was greeted by the sight of her bare ass, rimmed and ready for him to worship.
Slowly, he pressed his lips against her puckered hole, savoring the taste of his own saliva mixed with her fetid scent. He licked and kissed her with fervor, his tongue exploring every inch of her tight, muscular entrance. As he worked his magic, Mistress Marlena slid the dildo in and out of his mouth, pushing her abhorrent gift deeper and deeper into his stomach.
The scene continued like this for what felt like eternity to her slave. He was filled with a mix of exhilaration, humiliation, and pure lust that coursed through his veins like electricity. And when at last Mistress Marlena pulled the dildo free, he felt a familiar sensation stirring within him – the urgent need to release the turd he had been force-fed.
Suddenly, his eyes met hers, and she smiled wickedly. "I think it's time for you to enjoy your 'dessert', my pretty boy," she purred, her voice like velvet.
With that, she got up and walked towards the nearest toilet, never once taking her eyes off him. It took only moments before he heard the familiar sound of her shitting into the toilet, and his heart began to race.
He waited with bated breath as she flushed the toilet, the smell of her feces filling the air. And then, she returned, a wide grin on her face. "You've been such a good boy, you deserve a surprise," she chuckled, her breath tickling his ear.
Without further ado, she bent down and carefully deposited a small turd onto the floor in front of him. It was still warm and glistening with her juices, and he could see flecks of undigested food in it. His heartbeat quickened as he realized what was about to happen.
"Tonight's the night, my pretty boy. It's time to take your first bite of real human shit." She grabbed him by the hair and pushed his face towards the turd, her gloved hand gripping his chin firmly.
He opened his mouth, feeling a mix of terror and excitement as he anticipated the taste. And then, he hesitated – just for a moment. But that was all Mistress Marlena needed. With a growl of frustration, she rammed the turd into his mouth, forcing him to chew and swallow as she roughly fucked his face with her fist.
He moaned and gagged around the turd, struggling against her grip. But she was relentless, pushing him further and further until he thought he would gag to death. And when she finally pulled away, leaving him to wretch on the floor, she grinned down at him, satisfied with her handiwork.
"That was delicious," she purred, wiping her hands clean on a nearby cloth. "But don't worry, my pretty boy. You'll get used to it soon enough."
