As I settled down onto the poor slave's face, I couldn't help but feel a sick sense of power rush through me. This was it - the moment he'd been waiting for, the moment he'd been trained for. He would finally get to taste the sweet nectar of his Goddess's asshole, and in return, he would be forced to submit to my every filthy desire.
Without any further preamble, I began to take a shit on his face. It was warm and soft, the perfect consistency for coating his entire face in a thick layer of putrid shit. I could feel the pleasure building up inside me as I heard his moans of delight mixed with desperation. He loved this, even though he knew it would come at a brutal price.
As my asshole began to fill with my overflowing shit, I could sense that it was time for the grand finale. With a loving sigh, I dropped my ass right onto his gaping mouth, feeling my heat envelop his face and fill his throat with the putrid taste of my shit. I could feel his fingers digging into my thighs, his body shuddering with excitement as I continued to let loose a long, soft stream of shit directly down his throat.
But just as I thought he couldn't take any more, his stomach began to revolt. The smell of his own vomit mixed with my shit was enough to make even me gag a little. But instead of stopping me, he plunged deeper into my filth, gagging and retching as he forced himself to swallow every last drop of my foul offering.
By this point, I was beyond aroused. With a triumphant cry, I started riding his face, grinding my wet pussy against his nose and cheeks as I continued to shit directly down his throat. The sight of him, his face covered in a revolting mess of shit and vomit, still eagerly sucking on my asshole sent shivers of pleasure down my spine.
As the last of my shit emptied out of my asshole and into his eager maw, I finally let up, allowing him a moment to catch his breath. His face was a mask of utter devotion, his eyes filled with love and admiration for his Goddess. And as I leaned in close, I could smell the residual stench of our session on his breath. But to him, it was the sweetest aphrodisiac of all.
With a final, satisfied grunt, I stood up and surveyed my handiwork. The room was filled with the putrid stench of our encounter, but neither of us cared. This was our secret world, where filth and degredation were the ultimate forms of worship. And as I filmed him, eagerly scraping the last bits of shit and vomit off his chin and devouring them with a look of pure bliss, I knew we would do this again, again and again, until the end of time.
