As the Chinese Jeans Mistress strutted confidently towards her slave, her shapely ass encased in impossibly tight denim, he couldn't help but feel an intense mixture of fear, excitement, and nervous anticipation. She was truly a dominatrix unlike any other. She walked over to a stool, gracefully lifted her leg, and placed her freshly wiped ass on the very edge. Then, with a wicked smirk on her delicate features, she leaned forward and whispered menacingly into his ear.
"Today, I feel like getting really up close and personal with you, slave," she purred. "I want you to taste just how much I've been eating and how much shit I have to offer. And you will love every moment of it!" Her words sent shivers down his spine as he realized what was about to happen.
The Jeans Mistress giggled devilishly and then slowly lowered her backside until her ass was hovering just above his face. He closed his eyes, expecting the inevitable, but still hoping against hope that maybe she wouldn't go through with it. But after a few seconds, he felt a warm pressure building against his cheeks as she began to unleash a torrent of hot, steaming feces onto his face.
He opened his eyes in horror, unable to believe what was happening. But there she was, perched above him, her ass cheeks shaking violently as she defecated on him. Her perfect derriere twitched as her shit plopped onto his face, covering his lips, his nose, and forcing him to breathe in the revolting scent of excrement.
Tears welled up in his eyes, but the Jeans Mistress didn't seem to care. She only laughed viciously at his plight. "What's the matter, my little bitch?" she taunted. "Don't you like your mistress's feces?" She reached between his legs and roughly gripped his shaft, giving it a few painful tugs. "Maybe you'd like to clean that up as well, huh?"
Trembling with fear and humiliation, the slave nodded fervently, his mind whirling with confusion and disgust. But he knew better than to disobey. So he got to work, using his tongue to lap up as much of his mistress's poop as he could manage. She watched him intently, a wicked grin spreading across her face as he struggled to swallow the foul-tasting mess.
As he finally began to clean up her ass, she couldn't resist teasing him a bit more. "See how much I've taken in for you?" she purred, lifting one cheek off the ground to reveal a massive load of shit hanging there. "And this is just the beginning. You've still got plenty more to eat!"
Despite his revulsion and humiliation, the slave couldn't help but be aroused by her dominance. He wanted to please her, to show that he could handle whatever she threw at him. So he kept at it, lapping up every last drop of her putrid offering. And as he worked, the Jeans Mistress continued to watch him, a cruel smile playing on her lips as she savored the power she had over him.
