The next day, Roxy finds herself in a state of euphoria as she remembers the thrilling experience she had yesterday with her loyal slave. As she recollects the events, she can't help but feel a pang of desire once again. Her body craves the feeling of dominance and submission that they shared. She decides that today is the day to let him taste her foulest, most intimate self-pleasure again.
After a quick cigarette break, Roxy saunters into the room where her slave is already eagerly waiting for her. He knows what's coming next and he feels a mixture of fear and excitement in his belly. His heart races as he sees the confident gleam in her eyes.
"Time for more servitude, my little pet," Roxy purred, her tone both mesmerizing and commanding. She straddles him, her full weight pressing down on his chest. "Open up wide."
He eagerly parts his lips, his gaze locked onto hers. He can feel the heat emanating from her body, and the intoxicating scent of her intimate areas fills his nostrils.
"Today," she began, her voice dropping to a whisper that sent shivers down his spine, "I want you to experience the full depths of my depravity."
Without warning, Roxy releases a torrent of feces onto his tongue. It cascades down his throat, filling him up with the warm, disgusting taste of her shit. He feels it drip from his chin as he struggles not to gag on the putrid mixture.
"That's a good slave," she commented, her eyes fixed on his face. She continues to defecate, unleashing a second wave of shit that pours onto his face, covering him in a thick layer of her filth.
As he digs into the mound of her waste with his tongue, trying to retrieve every last drop, he feels a sense of belonging that only amplifies his submission. Despite the disgusting nature of their act, he finds himself longing for more.
Roxy watches him, a predatory grin forming on her lips. She knows she has him right where she wants him, and the power she holds over him is arousing beyond measure. She continues to shit on his face, filling him up with her excrement until he can hardly breathe.
When she finally finishes, she steps back, admiring her work. The entire room is filled with the pungent stench of her shit and piss, but she finds it intoxicating. Her eyes lock onto her slave, who is covered in her filth but still eager for more.
"Good boy," she praised, a note of approval in her voice. She leans down and whispers in his ear, her warm breath tickling his sensitive skin. "Tomorrow, I want you to try some of my piss too. You'll see how much you truly belong to me."
Her words are both terrifying and exhilarating, stirring up a cocktail of emotions within him. But he knows that he will do whatever she asks, no matter how degrading or foul it may be. For he is hers, body and soul.
