As the sun began to rise, Mistress Marlena prepared for her day's activities. She had been apart from her Pretty Boy for a while, and the thought of seeing him again made her heart race with anticipation. She knew he had missed her dearly, so she decided to give him a taste of his own medicine—a big, juicy dose of Mistress Marlena's crazy dirty mood.
With a wicked smile on her face, Mistress Marlena walked over to the dog bowl in her kitchen. She squatted down, pulled out her tight little starfish, and filled the bowl with her warm, nutrient-rich shit. It was the perfect meal for her Pretty Boy. She took a moment to admire her work, smiling as she watched rivulets of pee flow onto the floor beneath the bowl.
Next, she walked downstairs to her old, dusty basement, where she kept her more, ahem, "special" toys. She could feel her heartbeat speeding up as she waited for her Pretty Boy to arrive. Finally, she heard the sound of the elevator descending, and she stood tall, her chest heaving with anticipation.
Her Pretty Boy arrived on her command, trembling with excitement and dread in equal measures. He looked up at her with pleading eyes, but she just smiled cruelly and walked over to him, pulling him close by his collar.
"You've missed me, haven't you?" she purred menacingly.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously, not daring to say anything false. "Yes, Mistress," he whimpered.
"Good boy," she said, squeezing his cock through his pants playfully. "Now let's see if you can handle some of my dirty tricks."
She turned around and bent over the dog bowl, and as one, their eyes widened in horror. His heartbeat quickened even further at the sight of her perfect, round ass presenting itself to him. She looked back over her shoulder and grinned.
"Go on," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Taste it."
He couldn't believe what he was hearing—or about to do. But he knew better than to disobey his Mistress. Slowly, hesitantly, he leaned over the bowl and stuck out his tongue. The warm, sweet scent of Mistress Marlena's body washed over him, and he tentatively touched it to her asshole.
It was an orgasmic sensation unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. The taste of his Mistress on his tongue sent shivers down his spine, and he moaned in ecstasy as she leaned forward, taking control of the situation.
"That's it, baby," she purred, running her gloved hand up and down his chest. "You're such a good boy."
As he lapped at her asshole, she reached into the dog bowl and scooped up a generous portion of her shit, holding it above his head. He closed his eyes, anticipating the feeling of it filling his mouth, but she paused, teasing him.
"You know what happens next," she said, her voice a low rumble.
He shook his head, his eyes pleading with her not to make him wait any longer. She smiled and brought the shit up to his lips, then pushed it in with her hand, forcing him to take every single bite. He moaned around the mouthful, and she could feel his throat convulsing as he struggled to swallow.
"That's my good boy," she purred, leaning down and kissing him roughly on the lips. He tasted himself on her tongue, and it sent him over the edge. He came with a forceful convulsion that made him tremble all over.
Mistress Marlena stepped back, admiring her handiwork. She watched as her Pretty Boy struggled to catch his breath, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and fear. She knew he couldn't resist her, no matter how hard he tried.
"You're addicted to me, aren't you?" she asked, her voice soft and seductive.
He nodded, unable to speak.
"And you'll always come back for more?"
He nodded again, more firmly this time.
She grinned wickedly. "Good boy."
