As morning dawned, Mistress Marlena woke up feeling unusually stuffed with shit. Her full stomach and backside had been accommodating a steady stream of vehement turd piles since the previous night, yet she felt that something was missing. In her heart, she knew what it was: she missed the struggle of feeding shit to her "pretty boy."
She stared at her slave, the object of her desire, and decided it was time to give him a double dose of humiliation. First, she would make him consume the foul-smelling, thick piss that had flowed out of her body just moments ago. Then, she would use her latex-gloved hands to clean him up and fill his throat with enough of her shit to satisfy her hungry appetite for domination.
With a wicked grin on her face, Mistress Marlena proceeded to unleash her filthy intentions on her helpless accomplice. She led him to the kitchen countertop where a large dog bowl sat waiting for its unwanted contents. Kneeling down in front of it, she leaned over and began to release a hot, Putrid torrent of urine into the bowl. The stench was overwhelming, but it only served to heighten her excitement.
As the stream of piss subsided, Mistress Marlena turned her attention towards emptying her bowels into the same receptacle. With a grunt and a groan, she pushed and prodded at her tight rectum, determined to expel every last piece of fecal matter that she could muster. Her efforts were futile at first, but eventually, she managed to extract a substantial wad of shit from her anus.
With shaking hands, she picked up the feces with the pink latex gloves she had donned earlier and proceeded to shape them into a tiny turd log. This would be the first of many loads that her slave would have to endure today. She couldn't wait for him to taste the bitter cocktail of her excrement and urine, knowing full well how much it would disgust him.
Mistress Marlena placed the turd log gently against his lips, admiring the way they parted in anticipation of the gross assault about to come. With a forceful shove, she pushed it inside his mouth, feeling the rough texture of his tongue as it tried futilely to push back against her onslaught.
"Concentrate on that, slave," she commanded, her voice low and menacing. "Try to swallow every last bit of it."
His retching and choking were music to her ears, and she could tell that he was struggling immensely. That was exactly what she wanted - for him to suffer as she enjoyed herself.
Mistress Marlena grabbed another handful of her shit with her gloved hand, this time forming it into a fist that she shoved slowly and deliberately down his throat. The feeling of resistance as he tried to push back against her only served to intensify her orgasmic pleasure.
"Oh yes," she moaned, her voice straining with ecstasy. "Feel my shit filling up your belly... it's all going in, isn't it?"
When she was finally satisfied that she had delivered enough filth into his throat, Mistress Marlena withdrew her gloved fist, admiring the trail of slime and muck that she had left behind. She looked down at her slave, who was now doubled over in agony, and felt a surge of power course through her veins.
With one final act of humiliation, Mistress Marlena took the pink latex gloves off and stuffed them, along with her shitty fist, into his open mouth. She slammed his jaw shut, trapping them in place, and leaned back with a sigh of satisfaction. After all, there was always tomorrow for another dose of her exquisite brand of pleasure.
