As the holiday season approached, Miss Mary sat on her golden throne, her plump backside illuminated by the flickering candlelight. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she smirked seductively at Peter, who knelt before her, his heart pounding in anticipation.
"Today's a special day, Peter," she purred. "A day when I plan to give you the gift of my shit, just for our Xmas dinner."
Peter's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and excitement. This was not the type of gift he had expected, but he could not deny his dark desire for his loving Mistress. His mind wandered back to all the times she had teased him about his fascination with her feces and today was finally the day she was going to make it happen.
Miss Mary continued speaking, her tone dropping an octave as she began to narrate what was about to happen.
"You've watched me shit before, haven't you? Tell me how it fills you with disgust, yet arousal. I know that the thought of eating my shit turns you on," she smiled devilishly.
Peter swallowed hard, unable to speak as he nodded in agreement. The thought of consuming her shit terrified him, yet he couldn't help but feel a twinge of pleasure course through his veins. He couldn't believe what he was about to do but knew he would obey his Mistress no matter how depraved the act.
"First, you must sniff all my stinky farts," she commanded, lifting her dress slightly to expose her supple behind. "Come, get closer."
Peter leaned in, taking in the pungent scent of her ass as she released a loud, juicy fart. It was earthy, sour, and yet somehow intoxicating. His mind clouded over with desire as he breathed in deeply, savoring the smell.
Miss Mary watched him intensely, enjoying the rise and fall of his chest with each ragged breath. She was fascinated by his devotion and willingness to submit to her every desire, even when it came to consuming her poop.
"Good boy. Now, onto the main event."
Miss Mary pushed her bursting bowels, releasing a large, hot pile of shit onto the little golden plate in front of him. It was oozing with a thick, slimy glistening substance that looked worse than it smelled. Tears welled up in his eyes as he stared at the offering, his heart racing with fear and anticipation.
Slowly, he reached out with trembling hands, hesitating at first before picking up a small piece of her shit. It felt warm and soft against his fingers, and he couldn't help but clench them tightly. With trembling hands, he brought it to his mouth, his eyes locked upon his Mistress's expectant gaze.
He opened his mouth, preparing to taste the forbidden fruit, his tongue darting out to receive what she had so freely given. The taste was worse than he could have imagined - bitter, salty, and yet somehow addictive. He moaned involuntarily as he chewed and swallowed, the texture sliding down his throat like silk.
"Excellent, Peter. Now, eat it all."
He dutifully obeyed, stuffing more of her shit into his mouth and swallowing it down. He could feel it sloshing around in his stomach, making him retch, but he knew he had to finish. He was her devoted slave and nothing could stop him from pleasing her.
Finally, when he had cleaned the plate, Miss Mary nodded with satisfaction. "Now, clean my throne," she ordered, her voice taking on a stern tone.
Peter leaned in, eager to please her once again. With a shaky hand, he reached for the golden cloth she offered, his tongue darting out to lick up every last bit of residue from her divine asshole. Her sphincter clenched tightly as he worked, releasing hot waves of pleasure through her body.
She watched him intently, how he worshipped her every inch, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of love for this broken man. He was hers, body and soul, and she would keep him that way.
As Peter finished his task, Miss Mary stretched out her hand, beckoning him up onto the golden throne with her. He looked up at her, hesitant but excited, knowing what was about to happen next.
"Thank you, Peter. Now, it's my turn to feed you," she said softly, her eyes glowing with a fiery passion.
