Today, my lovely mistress, Christina, had decided to use my mouth to its fullest potential. As she ate her meals, she casually swung her leg, giving me the occasional smack on the lips or tongue. Her stilettos were sharp and the pain they inflicted only added to my sense of submission. I cherished these moments, knowing that her little 'punishments' were just another form of her dominance over me.
The meal went on without any major incidents, but when it ended, things took a interesting turn. She leaned back in her chair, a naughty glint in her eye as she looked at me, considering her next course of action. I held my breath, anticipating what she might have in store for me. She slowly stood up from the table and walked towards me, a wicked smile playing at the edges of her lips as she began to unbutton her pants.
"Time for desert," she purred, her voice low and sultry. My heart skipped a beat as she pushed her pants down to reveal a pair of lacy black thong edging her plump, round ass. Of course, I knew what was coming next. As she gingerly positioned herself over me, I couldn't help but marvel at how alluring she looked even covered in sweat and drool.
With an audible sigh, she released a thick, putrid log of her morning shit straight into my open mouth. It was warm and heavy, filling up my mouth immediately. The taste was pungent and acrid, but I didn't flinch. This was my ultimate goal; to feel her power through every inch of my being. I began to move my tongue, swishing the log back and forth, trying my best to get every last drop of this precious substance.
As I licked every bit of her shit from my lips, she let out another sigh of satisfaction. "That's a good boy," she murmured, her fingers tangling in my hair. I could feel her weight pressing down on me, like an iron fist in a velvet glove. It was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.
She pulled her fingers free from my hair and pressed them against my lips, coating them with a sticky residue of her feces. I couldn't help but smile as I eagerly licked her fingers clean. It seemed that there was no end to my willingness to please her. She leaned down again and whispered in my ear, "Swallow."
And with that command, I did as I was told. The log slid effortlessly down my throat, causing my stomach to churn with a mixture of excitement and disgust. But I relished in every moment of it. She was more than an employer to me; she was my queen, my everything. As she stood up and pulled out, I felt the cool air hit my face, washing over me like a refreshing cool breeze.
"Today was a particularly tasty treat, wasn't it?" she asked with a laugh, observing my eager eyes. I nodded profusely, unable to contain my grin. "Oh, let me show you something," she teased as she reached down and scooped up another pile of her feces. This one was smaller and smellier, but no less appetizing to me.
Again, she fed me her offering, and again, I devoured every last bit. This time, she let me lap up her mess from the floor like a loyal canine. It was humiliating, but that was part of the allure. Christina watched as I lapped at her waste like a dog, her eyes sparkling with delight. "See?" she asked rhetorically, "You really are my perfect little pet."
