Lily Dupont, also known as Mistress Lilu Dupont, awoke with a start in the early hours of the morning. Her stomach was churning, and she knew she had to find relief soon. After an indulgent meal the night before, her body was overflowing with waste that needed to be expelled.
She rolled over in her luxurious bed, feeling the weight of her full stomach against the soft sheets. The thought of emptying it brought a smirk to her lips. Glancing over at her slave, she saw him anxiously awaiting her command. He knew what was coming and couldn't wait to serve her.
With a sigh, Lily sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She reached down between her legs, already feeling the tightening of her sphincter as it prepared for the onslaught of excrement about to be released. With a grunt, she pushed out the first wave of feces, letting it fall onto the floor with a soft plop.
Her slave's eyes widened in anticipation as he watched the brown mass grow on the floor before him. He knew this was going to be a bountiful session and his mistress was giving him time to prepare. He knelt down, opening his mouth wide as she began to release more of her abundant shit.
As he started to chew and swallow, Lily felt a momentary sense of relief, but it was short-lived. Her intestines were still full, and she knew she had to keep going. She continued to release her poop onto the floor, creating a puddle around her feet.
Feeling a twinge of shame and arousal at the same time, she realized she was turning this into a game. Her slave couldn't handle it all, and soon his face was covered in a thick layer of her shit. She giggled as he struggled to swallow more, his mouth filled with her abundant feces.
Despite his struggles, he looked up at her with trust and admiration, his eyes shining with anticipation of what might come next. Lily grinned, feeling an unexpected wave of affection for her loyal slave. She decided to make the most of the situation and pushed out one last wave of shit, letting it cascade down onto his body like a torrent of brown liquid.
The pungent smell of feces filled the room as she proudly surveyed her handiwork. Her slave was now covered in a thick layer of shit, his chest a veritable pajama of her waste. She laughed aloud, feeling truly triumphant for a moment.
With a flick of her wrist, she dismissed the rest of her waste, no longer needing it to be released. Her body was finally free from the burden of holding it all in. She leaned back against the headboard, watching as her slave slowly came to terms with the situation he found himself in.
Despite the initial horror of being covered in shit, there was an undeniable sense of arousal in his eyes. He was her slave, and he would do anything for her. As she watched him lick the last remnants of her feces from his lips, she couldn't help but feel a stirring within her.
This was their secret world, their twisted game of domination and submission. And as she looked down at him, covered in her feces, she knew that she would never grow tired of playing it.
