As the hours trickled by, Dominanasty found herself growing increasingly uncomfortable. She had been holding in her bowel movements for far too long, and the pressure was becoming unbearable. Her normally light bladder felt like it was about to burst, and the thought of relieving herself was quickly becoming unavoidable. With a sigh and a shrug, she reached for her rubber boots, tugging them comfortably over her ankles before making her way to the bathroom.
Stepping into the steaming room, she closed the door behind her and breathed in deeply through her nose, grimacing at the overwhelming stench of her own feces. It was like a pungent cloud enveloping her senses, making it difficult to think clearly or focus on anything else. Slowly, she lowered herself onto the toilet seat, feeling the familiar burning sensation in her knees as she squatted down. She closed her eyes, taking a moment to gather herself as she prepared to finally release the burden that had been weighing her down for nearly two whole days.
With a grunt and a push, she forced out the first glob of feces, feeling a sudden sense of relief wash over her as her bowels opened up. The relief was short lived, however, as more and more feces began to gush out of her in rapid succession. The putrid smell intensified, making it difficult for her to keep her eyes open or her mouth closed. She could feel it coating the inside of her rectum, slippery and warm against her tender skin.
As the last of the shit finally exited her body, she allowed herself to collapse onto the cold tile floor, gasping for air. It was then that she heard a knock at the door. "Domina?" Her slave's voice was laced with concern as he asked if everything was alright. She let out a groan, calling out for him to enter.
Her slave, a young man with a submissive demeanor and an unwavering loyalty to her, hesitantly walked into the room. His eyes widened at the sight of his mistress on the floor, her rubber boots half-full of excrement. He quickly knelt down beside her, asking what he could do to help. "Bring me a container," she rasped out between gasps, her throat raw from the stink.
Without question, the young man scurried off to retrieve a large bowl from the kitchen. When he returned, she directed him to scoop up the excrement from her boots and place it in the bowl. He did so without complaint, his face a mask of determination. She watched as he carefully cleaned off her boots, using warm water and soap to get rid of the last remaining traces of feces. When he was finished, he knelt back down, head bowed in submission.
With a cruel smirk, she grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face close to hers. "You know what this means, don't you?" she whispered menacingly in his ear. "You're lucky I let you live. This is all for you." And with that, she forcefully pushed his head down towards her crotch, making him inhale the strong musky scent of her body. Slowly, she lowered her pants, allowing him to get a good whiff of her still-damp sex before pushing his face into her moist folds. "Taste it," she growled, her voice slightly muffled by the warmth of his skin on her labia.
The young man obeyed without hesitation, opening his mouth wide and receiving her sticky juices onto his tongue. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the taste but knowing that he deserved every bit of it. He had displeased her, and this was his punishment. He dutifully lapped up the essence of her arousal, clearing the way for her to sit up and pull her pants back up.
"That's better," she remarked, taking a moment to adjust herself. "Now get on your knees." He did as he was told, presenting his lips once more for her. She hesitated for a moment, thinking about how much more fun it would be to make him sit through a mountain of it, but ultimately decided against it. She settled on giving him a smaller portion, knowing that the smell alone would be enough to punish him.
With a laugh, she crouched down and stuffed a handful of fresh feces into his mouth. He gagged slightly, tears welling up in his eyes, but he didn't resist. She could feel him slowly getting used to the taste as she fed him more and more, the soft chunks of shit moving around in his mouth like putty. Every now and then, he would dribble some out of the corner of his mouth, only to have her smack him lightly across the face and force him to swallow it down.
As she finally finished, her stomach growling from hunger, she stood up and surveyed her handiwork. He was covered in sweat and tears, his face and hair sticky with both sweat and excrement. "Get up," she commanded, not unkindly. "I think you've had enough of that for now." He stood shakily, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before meeting her gaze.
She smiled at him, pleased with his submission. "You know," she mused thoughtfully, "maybe I'll make you eat it again later. But for now, go take a nice long shower." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him staring after her in shock and awe.
