Ariel Black was a Dominant mistress with a taste for the bizarre. Today, she had a special plan for her faithful slave, who had been anxiously waiting for her arrival. He knew that she would be extra cruel and push him to his physical limits.
As Ariel entered the dungeon, she saw her slave kneeling before her, his eyes filled with desperation and anticipation. His cock was already hard from the thought of what was about to happen. Ariel approached him slowly, savoring the moment.
"Well, look at you," she sneered. "So eager to be humiliated again." She grabbed a small dish from the table and scooped out four neat turds from it, each about the size of a candy. "Not too much," she said, eyeing her slave's desperate frame. "I only have a little left in me."
The slave trembled as he watched her approach him, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He wanted her to hurt him, to make him feel her power over him. He bowed his head in submission as she placed one of the compact shits on his forehead.
Ariel grinned as she saw how it felt against his skin. "There, there now," she cooed, running her fingers through his hair. "That shouldn't sting too bad." She placed the second turd on his cheek, then the third on his collarbone. They were small enough that they didn't weigh him down but just enough to make him feel dirty and used.
The final shit, she placed directly in the center of his chest, letting it sink into his flesh. "There you go," she purred, stepping back to admire her work. "Now, for the grand finale."
With a mischievous glint in her eye, Ariel unzipped her pants and pulled down her underwear, revealing her pussy to the slave. "Suck on this," she commanded.
The slave did as he was told, his mouth finding her swollen clitoris. He licked and sucked eagerly, tasting the sweet nectar that dripped from her wet pussy. Meanwhile, Ariel toyed with his cock, teasing him with her fingers until he was ready to cum.
Finally, she lifted her leg and emptied her bladder onto his face, filling his mouth with her warm, golden urine. She watched with delight as he struggled not to gag on the potent stream of liquid. When she was finished, she stepped back, surveying her handiwork.
The slave looked up at her, eyes shining with adoration and submission. "Thank you, Mistress," he whispered, his voice hoarse from the weight of her urine. "I am yours to use and abuse as you please."
Ariel grinned, her heart filled with both pleasure and contempt for the pathetic creature before her. "That's what I like to hear," she said, walking away to clean up. "I'll make sure to save some more of myself just for you next time." She winked, disappearing into the shadows, leaving the slave to wonder what torturous delight she would come up with next.
