As the shocked and eager crowd gathered around, I held my ground, towering over the next slave destined to taste the depths of my divine excremental delights. This was no ordinary shit; it was divine, worshiped on par with a holy sacrament.
The slave, slick with anticipation and eagerness, knelt before me, head bowed in reverence. He knew what awaited him—and he craved it dearly. With a tormenting slowness, I lowered my plush derriere onto his eager face, feeling the warmth of his breath against my index finger as he hovered anxiously underneath me.
My sphincter muscles relaxed, releasing a monstrous sausage-shaped log of soft, pungent shit into the slave's mouth. Its size overwhelmed him—he struggled vainly to contain it all within his jaws, unable to prevent some of it from spilling down his chin and neck, a trail of wet fecal matter marking him as my own.
I rose from my haunches, allowing the slave time to indulge his newfound culinary passion. With a graceful turn of my back, I presented my steaming pussy to him, begging for his tongue's attention. A mixture of curiosity and apprehension flashed across his face—he had never tasted anything quite like this before.
With a moan of pleasure, I lowered myself onto him, allowing my dripping cunt to make contact with his upturned face. The warmth of his breath sent shivers of delight through my body. "Drink," I commanded him softly, watching as he hesitated before obeying me with a gulp of caution.
The taste shocked him—it was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. My pussy juices were thick and tangy, laced with the flavor of my excremental offering. As he struggled to process this sensory onslaught, my hips began to move restlessly against him, urging him onward towards blissful submission.
With each thrust of my cunt against his face, another mouthful of pussy juice cum mix flowed from my dripping folds, dribbling down his chin and adding to the mess that already covered his body. He couldn't believe the euphoria this brought him; it was as if he were experiencing nirvana through taste alone.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was only a few minutes at most, I pulled away from him. His face was flushed with pleasure and smeared with a mixture of saliva, pussy juice, and feces—a badge of honor for him to wear proudly among his peers.
"And now," I said in a voice that resounded across the room, "show me your appreciation." As if in response to some unspoken command, his cock began to twitch and throb in anticipation. With trembling hands he grasped it at its base, jerking it upwards towards his torso until it was fully erect.
His eyes locked onto mine as he began to move—a slow, agonizing rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. The crowd watched in hushed silence as he reached his climax—a groan that echoed through the room as thick strands of hot cum shot out of his cock and landed on my feet.
I smiled; it was almost worth the mess to see the look of pure ecstasy on his face as he came undone for me. "Well done," I said, leaning down to kiss his forehead tenderly. "You may rise now, my faithful servant."
He struggled to his feet unsteadily, humbled by the experience he had just been through. As he walked away, still shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, the whispers started anew—and this time, they were not so much shocked as they were awe-struck. For he had taken part in something truly divine—and he could never forget it.
