Princess Nikki stood before her slave, her impossibly long legs clad in tight latex leggings accentuating her every curve. She stood with her hands on her hips, a mischievous grin spread across her face as she surveyed the terrified expression on her slave's face. Her eyes traveled down his trembling form, taking in the way his tongue nervously darted out to wet his lips as he waited for her next command.
"Kneel before me, slave," she commanded, her voice dripping with authority. The slave obeyed instantly, his knees cracking as he hit the floor before her. He looked up into her eyes, hoping for some hint of mercy, but all he saw was a cold amusement in her gaze. "Today," she purred, leaning down to whisper in his ear, "I am in the mood for something particularly filthy."
The slave's heart sank as he knew what that meant. He had been trained well by his mistress, and he knew that when she desired something dirty, it would be exceedingly degrading. He braced himself for what was coming next, his face contorting with fear and excitement.
Nikki stepped back, revealing her perfect anus to the slave's view. "It's time you worship my asshole," she said, her voice cold and commanding. The slave didn't hesitate; he dove forward, pressing his face between her cheeks and breathing in her musky scent. His lips trembled as he began to lick her anus, tracing the rim gently with his tongue.
The princess moaned lightly, a combination of pleasure and power resonating through her body. She bent down, taking hold of his hair and pushing his face deeper into her ass. "You better clean out that dirty mouth of yours," she growled, "because it's about to be put to good use."
The slave whimpered as he felt the warmth of her ass pressing against his face, the taste of her musk filling his mouth. He lapped at her hole greedily, hoping to please his mistress and avoid her wrath. As he worked, he felt something cold and hard pressed against his lips. It was a small object, something square and rigid. "Swallow," Nikki commanded, and the slave obeyed without question.
He felt the object slip down his throat, still unsure of what it was. A moment later, he realized it was a small piece of plastic. His eyes widened as he realized what was happening. "Mistress," he whispered, afraid to voice his fear aloud.
"Don't worry, slave," she chuckled, "it's harmless. For now." She stepped back, pulling her latex-clad ass away from his face. In an instant, he felt a cool rush of air and knew she was positioning herself over his head. His heart pounded in his chest as he waited for her to land on top of him.
As if in slow motion, Nikki lowered herself down until her ass was hovering just above his mouth. She lowered herself further, the weight of her body pressing down onto his face. He felt the softness of her flesh spreading across his cheeks and the coolness of the plastic sheet against his nose. Then, with a satisfied groan, she released a huge, hot dump right into his waiting mouth.
The slave choked back a gasp as the overwhelming flavor of his mistress's shit overwhelmed his senses. He tried desperately not to gag, but the taste was so strong and pungent that it was all he could do to keep from retching. Nikki grinned down at him, her teeth shining in the dim light. "That's a good boy," she purred, her breath hot in his ear. "Now, swallow every drop."
As he tried to swallow, he felt the weight of her body pressing down on him, holding him in place. The contents of his mouth slowly slid down his throat, coating his esophagus in an unfamiliar and disgusting warmth. When he was finished, he waited for what came next, his heart pounding in his chest.
Nikki stood up, the warmth of her body disappearing from his face. She reached down and pulled the plastic bag off, revealing it was now filled with her foul waste. She held it up triumphantly, a wicked smile spreading across her lips. "Now it's time to really make you understand who's boss," she hissed.
She bent down, placing the bag over his head and securing it tightly around his neck with one hand. The smell was overpowering, but he couldn't help but take a deep breath through his nose. It had been his undoing. His face turned red as he felt the rush of shame and embarrassment wash over him.
Nikki stood up, the weight of her body pushing him into the floor. She sank down onto his chest, her softness cushioning him, but not enough to stop him from feeling the pressure of her asshole against his nose and cheeks. She sat there, her body swaying gently as she breathed in and out.
The air around them filled with the sickly-sweet aroma of her feces, mingling with the scent of his own fear. Minutes felt like hours as he felt her warmth and the press of her asshole against his face. Eventually, she pulled the plastic away from him, and the fresh air hit him like a wave.
He gasped for breath, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Nikki stood over him, her eyes alight with satisfaction. "That," she growled, "was a truly satisfying smother."
