Mistress Gaia, an alluring and powerful Domme, found herself settled comfortably on her plush sofa one evening. Her eyes roamed across the floor to her beloved pet, a shiver of excitement coursing through her endlessly curvy frame. This faithful submissive, known simply as Shit Eater, was at her beck and call, always ready to please and serve his Mistress. His existence revolved around humiliation and degradation under her command.
She watched as he sniffed and licked at a small pile of excrement she had left on the floor, his tongue darting out to catch every last remnant of her scent. It was both repulsive and arousing to see how eager he was to consume what she had left behind. His face held a mix of anticipation and fear, knowing what awaited him once he'd finished his task.
With a devilish smirk, Mistress Gaia awaited his reaction to her next command. "Shit Eater," she purred, her voice dripping with honey and command. The sound making his cock twitch in his pants. "Come here, my little subhuman."
Without uttering a word, he scurried over to the sofa, kneeling at her impossibly long, toned legs. His eyes were fixated on the floor as he waited for her instructions, his breathing shallow and rapid. Mistress Gaia took a moment to admire his form - the way his gaping mouth dripped saliva at the thought of what was soon to come.
"You've been such a good little shit eater, haven't you?" She teased, running a finger gently along his chin. "But there's one more task for you tonight. One that will truly test your devotion to me." She paused, watching as anticipation painted his face.
In one swift move, she leaned down and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his face towards hers. Her lips crushed against his, coating them both in her essence. "Swallow," she commanded, her voice barely above a whisper.
He complied immediately, swallowing her saliva whole as his tongue battled for dominance against hers. She released his hair, her gaze never wavering from his adoring eyes. "Tonight," she began, "I want you to eat from my asshole."
As the words sank in, a mixture of horror and arousal washed over Shit Eater's features. "M-My Mistress..." he stammered. "I would be honored." His words were met with a condescending chuckle from Mistress Gaia.
"Don't wither away, baby boy," she purred, leaning forward to reveal her perfectly rounded ass cheeks. "Get on your knees and show your devotion."
He didn't hesitate; crawling forward on all fours, he positioned himself in front of her. The sight of her perfect ass, bouncing gently with each breath, only fueled his desire. As Mistress Gaia spread her cheeks apart, revealing the tight pucker of her anus, his tongue snaked out towards the forbidden fruit.
His tongue lightly traced the rim of her asshole, teasing the entrance as he delicately lapped at the beads of sweat and moisture gathered there. Mistress Gaia couldn't resist the urge to tease him further, wiggling her ass sensually as he continued his ministrations. "You've wanted this for so long," she taunted, gripping the armrests of the sofa tightly.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity to Shit Eater, Mistress Gaia granted him permission. "Eat from my ass," she whispered seductively. "Show me how much you love me."
Without further hesitation, his tongue darted past the tight ring of her anus, plunging deep into her bowels. She groaned loudly, her head lolling back onto the cushions as he began to worship her ass. "Ohhh fuuuuuck," she moaned, closing her eyes and losing herself in the sensation. The feel of warm tongue against her insides sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
As he ate, he could feel her walls pulsing rhythmically against his face. Her juices coated his tongue, filling his mouth with the unmistakable flavor of her arousal. Mistress Gaia's moans grew louder, her hips rocking back against him in encouragement. "That's it, baby boy," she purred, reaching down to grip his hair once again. "Don't stop."
His enthusiasm knew no bounds as he drank deeply from his Mistress's hole. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she withdrew her ass from his face and sat back on the sofa, breathing heavily. "Stand up, shit eater."
He did as he was told, his face covered in lipstick and the scent of his Mistress's ass lingering in the air. She took one last look at him, a satisfied smile on her face. "You really are my best shit eater," she purred, running a finger along his chin. "You know what that means, don't you?"
His heart raced in anticipation, hoping she would bestow a new title upon him. "Yes, Mistress?"
"From now on," she announced, her voice echoing through the room, "you shall be known as the Asshole Eater." A wave of pride washed over him as he finally accepted his new title. It was a long-awaited privilege, one he had eagerly worked towards for months.
With a final snap of her fingers, Mistress Gaia dismissed him, leaving him to clean himself up and prepare for their next encounter. As he crawled away, his mind was already racing with thoughts of their next meal - whatever it may be.
