In the third part of the Perverse FemDom Session, RosellaExtrem, a dominant and perverse mistress, continues her degrading session with her slave. She brings him to her toilet, where she sits comfortably on the throne while he kneels before her, head bowed in submission.
"Look at me, slave," she commands, her voice dripping with contempt. "You're about to receive your next dose of humiliation from this goddess." As he looks up at her, his eyes are filled with fear and submission.
"Today," Rosella begins, her voice dripping with sinister pleasure, "I'm feeling especially perverse. So, first things first: a good old-fashioned facesitting!" With a cruel smirk, she forces her face down onto the slave's, her plush lips pressing tightly against his trembling mouth. The slave tries desperately to resist, but his weak efforts are nipped in the bud by her iron grip on his head.
As she feels his struggle beneath her, Rosella's nostrils flare with excitement. She starts grinding against him, relishing the feeling of her soft cheeks rubbing against his rough skin. "Oh yes," she growls into his ear, "you are at the mercy of this goddess now."
Her words send a shiver down his spine, not just from fear but from an unwanted arousal that she seems to be instilling in him. She continues rubbing against him, her soft moans filling the air as she teases him with her body heat.
Feeling emboldened by his submissive response, Rosella decides to up the ante. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she starts to push her ass towards his face. Her asshole is still clenched tight from the previous activity, leaving a tempting ring of moisture around it.
"What do you think you're doing?" he gasps, trying to squirm away from her ass. "Stop that!" But his words fall on deaf ears as she continues to grind against him, her wet folds sliding against his face.
Finally, unable to bear the teasing any longer, Rosella pulls her ass back and asks, "Are you ready to clean my ass, slave?" The slave nods frantically, his eyes watering with anticipation and fear.
With a wicked smile, she commands, "Open wide." Obligingly, he opens his mouth wide enough to accommodate her swollen butthole. The anticipation is killing him, making his heart race and his cock throb against his tight underwear.
As if reading his mind, Rosella chuckles darkly, "Oh yes, I can see that you're enjoying this. But let me remind you who's in control here." She lowers her rounded ass slowly onto his face, feeling the warm wetness of his tongue against her anus.
She grinds against his face, relishing the feeling of his stubble rubbing against her sensitive skin. And then, without warning, she releases a huge heap of shit right into his waiting mouth. The putrid smell fills the air as he tries desperately to breathe through his nose.
With a twisted smile, Rosella watches as he struggles to swallow the unholy mixture of excrement and saliva. "Don't forget to swallow every last drop, slave," she says coldly. He nods, unable to speak, his mouth full of the nasty taste of her shit.
As he tries to clean her ass clean with his tongue, Rosella decides to spice things up even more. She lifts a leg over his back and starts to pee directly onto his face. The hot, stinging stream of urine mixes with the shit in his mouth, making it even more disgusting.
Despite the revulsion he feels, he continues to clean her ass, his cock now rock-hard and leaking pre-cum onto his underwear. Rosella watches him with a mixture of amusement and contempt, her fingers idly playing with her piercings.
Finally, satisfied with his efforts, she removes her leg from his back and stands up, her skirt still pulled up to her waist. The slave hesitantly looks up at her, his face and mouth covered in her filth.
"Now," she says coldly, "you may lean forward and drink all that disgusting mixture. Every last drop." The slave obeys, his tongue working furiously to scrape off any remaining traces of shit from her ass. Once he's finished, he raises his head to reveal a face and mouth completely covered in Rosella's filth.
She looks at him with disgust, but there's something else there too: envy. She knows that he's getting off on this, that he's loving every second of being her filthy slave. And despite herself, she finds that thought incredibly arousing.
With one last look of contempt, she orders him to clean himself up and wait outside. As he stumbles out of the bathroom, his mind reels from the perverse events that have just transpired. He knows that there's more to come, and he shudders with anticipation and fear.
