As the moment arrived, your heart raced with anticipation. You had been training for this very moment, hoping to impress your Mistress Mystique and earn a place in her exclusive shit-eating club. You had watched countless videos of her incredible performances and practiced your poop-eating technique until you were confident enough to approach her.
Finally, she appeared before you, an imposing figure in black lingerie that only emphasized her massive tattooed booty and curves. Her eyes glinted with amusement mixed with cruelty as she glared down at you, waiting for the signal.
"Alright, boy," she commanded, her voice filling the room with authority. "Time for you to goon to my shit for 10 minutes."
Without further instruction, you knelt before her, your eyes fixed on her enormous ass cheeks quaking with each step she took closer to you. As she lowered herself onto the toilet seat and spread her cheeks wide open, revealing the puckered hole of her asshole, your stomach churned with excitement and fear.
"Pump for me, boy," she growled, her bare foot administering a slight shove on your shoulder. You placed your hands obediently on her thighs and began pumping up and down, feeling the heat radiating from her body. The scent of her sweat mixed with the sweet, sour smell of shit emanating from her ass.
And then she lowered her ass towards your face, teasing you before finally allowing you to take her first thick, heavy log into your mouth. You sucked greedily as she groaned, feeling the power course through every fiber of your being. She leaned back against the wall, her tits jutting out enticingly as she allowed you to clean up her magnificent mess.
For each log you swallowed, she pushed out another, her ass cheeks shaking with every forceful expulsion. You couldn't believe the sheer volume of her shit, feeling like your stomach was about to burst. But you kept pace with her, taking each mouthful eagerly as she continued to fill the air with the scent of her ass.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mistress Mystique released the last of her weight into your waiting mouth. You held it there, unable to swallow any longer, as she pulled away from you. You felt her tongue slide over your lips, tasting the residue of her filth.
"Now get back up, boy," she commanded, her eyes challenging you. And so you did, rising unsteadily to your feet. "You passed my test. From now on, you are my permanent shit-eater. Never forget who reigns supreme in this relationship."
As she said these words, a weight seemed to lift from your shoulders. You had finally proven yourself worthy in her eyes, and the thought of being at her beck and call forever was a thrill you couldn't begin to describe.
You bowed your head in submission, ready to take on your new role with courage and devotion. Mistress Mystique had always been the Ebony goddess of your dreams, and now she was your reality too.
