As I rolled over in bed, my eyes shot open as the sunlight stabbed into them. The room was silent, save for the gentle hum of the air conditioner. Slowly, I sat up and rubbed my face, trying to shake off the remnants of whatever dream I'd been having. Whatever it was, it left an unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I tossed back the sheets, reaching for my phone on the bedside table, only to notice the time. 7:30 AM. Fuck, I didn't mean to sleep in this late on a Saturday. With a groan, I swiped to unlock the screen and scrolled through my messages. My eyes widened as I read the one from my girlfriend.
"You better hurry up! I'm waiting in the living room for you," she wrote.
Shit. I'd totally forgotten about our plans for today. We were supposed to go to her parents' place for brunch, and they had warned us about being late as they would start serving at 11 am sharp. Quickly, I threw on some clothes and made my way downstairs, still feeling groggy from sleep.
As I stepped into the living room, my heart sank. She was there, sitting on the couch, clad in a hoodie and leggings, staring straight ahead with her arms crossed. Her expression was unreadable, but there was an undeniable coldness in her gaze that sent shivers down my spine. What did I do now?
"Hey babe," I said tentatively, approaching her. "Sorry about that, mee—"
"Save it," she interrupted, voice calm but betraying the anger underneath. "You knew the time, and yet you decided to sleep in. Typical."
My face fell, feeling guilty. "I'm sorry, I really am. It won't happen again," I promised.
She shook her head, reaching behind her and pulling something out from under the couch. It took me a moment to realize what it was – a rolled up piece of paper. "I have something for you," she said firmly, standing up and making her way towards me. I took a step back, unsure what to expect.
"This is what you like, isn't it?" she sneered, unfurling the paper to reveal several explicit pictures of another girl and I, kissing and groping each other passionately. My face flushed with embarrassment and shame.
"I-I can explain," I stammered out, not being able to meet her eyes.
"Save your lies for your other girl," she retorted harshly, pushing me towards the floor. Before I could catch myself, my face was being shoved into the carpet. "You know what, I've changed my mind. This is more fitting," she said, kicking off her shoes and straddling my back.
I tried to protest, to beg for her understanding, but it was no use. In the next few minutes, I was thoroughly humiliated as she scraped her toes over every inch of my body, digging her nails into my skin. My cries for mercy fell on deaf ears as she forced me to smell her feet, getting me used to the overpowering scent of sweaty socks rubbing against my face.
Finally, she stood up and without warning, lowered her pants, revealing a soiled diaper. She unsnapped it, releasing a fetid stench of excrement into the air. The cold, hard lump was placed right before my face, and without any choices, I was made to sniff it deeply. The smell was nauseating, but I couldn't look away.
Her next move caught me off guard. She reached behind her and undid her asshole, giving me a clear view of her anus, covered in a thick layer of sweat and oil. "You wanted to cheat on me with someone else?" she said slowly, pushing her ass against my face. "How about you get a taste of what they were missing?"
Before I knew it, a hot stream of shit was pressed against my lips, forcing its way into my mouth. Tears welled up in my eyes as I tried to resist, but it was no use. My tongue was wrapped around her rectum, tasting every last bit of her stool. She pulled away and grinned wickedly, wiping the trailing bits off her ass on my hair.
"Enjoy your meal, you fucking pig," she sneered, walking off without another word.
Left alone on the floor, I was stuck with a mouthful of her excrement, unable to spit it out even though my body desperately wanted to. I couldn't believe what had just happened. My face was caked in shit, and I could feel it seeping into my clothes. I didn't know what to do.
Struggling for breath, I tried to stand up, only to be pushed back down again. "Don't even think about leaving," she warned, kneeling back down and ramming the remaining turd into my open mouth. My vision blurred as I tried to hold onto whatever was left of my dignity.
Finally, she let me up, standing over me as I coughed and spat out the semi-digested food particles from her asshole. "You think this is over?" she said coldly, her eyes burning into me. "Now it's your turn to taste what I ate earlier."
And with that, she grabbed a handful of tissues from nearby and wiped her ass, crumbs of shit still clinginging to her skin. She stuffed them into my mouth and shoved them in deep, muffling my protests as she secured them there.
"Don't forget to chew," she laughed, abandoning me there on the filthy floor, her foot tapping impatiently against the carpet. Tears streaming down my face, I vowed never to disrespect her like that ever again. What seemed like an eternity later, she finally returned with a towel and some cold water.
I tried to explain, to plead my case, but she simply shook her head, refusing to listen. "We're done," she said coldly, grabbing her things and leaving without another word.
As I wiped my face clean and changed into fresh clothes, I couldn't shake the feeling of humiliation that clung to me like a second skin. I hadn't just been punished, I'd been completely destroyed - both physically and emotionally. And for what? A moment of weakness. A mistake I'll regret for the rest of my life.
