As I strutted through the mall, my slave followed behind me like a lost puppy, never taking his eyes off my perfect ass. I couldn't help but smirk in amusement at his obvious infatuation with my behind. People passing by could see him gawking at me, a blatant display of his lustful desires. Even though I had warned him countless times about staring, he couldn't seem to control himself. His obsession was becoming increasingly irritating, but it also served as an unexpected form of entertainment for me.
Little did he know that I had been holding it in all day, just waiting for the right moment to punish him. And what better way to teach him a lesson than to use his own worship of my ass against him?
We returned to my place, and I grabbed him by the collar, pulling him into the bathroom. He looked up at me with a mixture of fear and anticipation, not knowing what was coming next. I sat him down on the wooden bench and began strapping him down securely, his body trembling under my touch.
"You think you're so special because you like my ass, huh?" I sneered, clamping down on his neck to silent him. "Well, you're about to get a taste of your own medicine."
I slipped off my leggings and panties, revealing my dripping wet pussy, drenched with excitement. His eyes grew wide as he took in the sight before him. He whimpered softly, begging for mercy, but I just laughed.
I climbed onto the bench, positioning my ass right above his quivering lips. His nose was practically touching my asshole, and I could feel him shudder as I teased him. Slowly, I began pushing out the massive load that had been building up all day - a steaming hot pile of shit that would no doubt send him over the edge.
His face contorted in disgust and horror as the hot shit splattered onto his face, covering his eyes and mouth. I pushed harder, forcing him to take every last inch of it. His cries turned to groans as he realized he couldn't escape the putrid smell and taste. With a final, satisfying push, I pulled away, revealing the mess I'd made of his face.
I grabbed a pair of my tights and tightly wrapped them around his head, trapping the smelly shit in place. I could hear him struggling beneath me, trying desperately to breathe through the tight, suffocating fabric. But I wasn't done yet. I wasn't about to just make him taste my shit; I wanted to make him choke on it too.
I unclamped his mouth and ordered him to open wide once more. Slowly, reluctantly, his lips parted, revealing the filth that covered his teeth and tongue. And then, like an angel of death, I released another long, creamy shit right into his open mouth. He choked and coughed, gagging on the gelatinous glob, but he couldn't escape the horrific taste.
As I sat back down on the bench and resumed my position above his face, I watched with twisted pleasure as he fought for every breath. Each time he inhaled, he pulled more of the revolting mixture deeper into his lungs, filling them with the most disgusting thing he'd ever experienced. His cries muffled under the suffocating tights, he could do nothing but endure the humiliation.
My farts continued to assault him, adding to the unholy cocktail of stench that filled the bathroom. He shook violently, his body trembling under the intensity of it all. But even as I walked away from him, leaving him there to suffer in silence, he couldn't pull himself free from my vice grip of shame and filth.
I didn't stop until I was satisfied that he'd learned his lesson: never underestimate the power of a goddess's ass, for it could bring you to your knees quite literally. With one final glance over my shoulder, I saw him slumped over the bench, a shadow of his former self, literally covered in my shit. And I knew then that my work was done.
