Story: A mysterious woman known only as Mistress Gaia sat upon her throne, her grip on the armrests tightening as she considered the request presented before her. The stranger who had come to see her, a human man with an apparent fetish for scat, had already placed an elaborate offering of gold and jewels at her feet. Now it was time to hear his request and decide whether or not to grant it.
Her gaze traveled up from the gleaming pile of treasure to rest upon him and she suppressed a shiver of anticipation. He bowed low before her, head nearly touching the floor in submission. Mistress Gaia licked her lips, unconsciously aware of the effect she had upon those who came before her.
"You wish for me to wear gloves when I feed you my feces," she said, her voice deeper and more sensual than he could have imagined. It sent shivers down his spine.
"Yes, Mistress Gaia," he whispered back, his eyes never leaving her face. "I want to experience the worship of your divine body in all its glory."
A slow smile spread across her lips. "Very well, my pet," she purred, rising from her throne. She moved with a seductive grace that seemed almost otherworldly, every step deliberate and calculated to entice him further into her web of desire.
As she approached him, he struggled not to tremble in anticipation of what was to come. When she stood directly before him, towering above him in her height, she reached out and caught him by the chin, pulling his face up to meet hers again. Her gloved hand pressed against his cheek, the soft material providing a nearly imperceptible barrier between their skin.
"You are so enamored with my divine form," she said softly, her breath warm against his face. "Now you will see it in all its glory, even as you consume my waste."
Without further ado, Mistress Gaia reached down and began to unfasten her corset, pulling the laces loose one by one until it fell away from her body. She was nude beneath, her perfect figure on full display for his appreciation.
Next, she slipped off her gloves and held them out towards him. "These are for you, my pet," she said, her voice honeyed with pleasure. "You are to wear them whenever you are near my body or my waste."
His hands trembled as he reached out to take the gloves from her, his skin tingling with anticipation of the contact he was about to make. He pulled them on, the material sliding across his fingers and palms, cool and silky-soft against his skin.
And then, without further ceremony, Mistress Gaia bent over and presented her bare behind to him. A small smile played at the corners of her lips as she felt his breath hot upon her skin, the scent of her impending offering filling the air between them.
"Here is your reward, my loyal servant," she purred, keeping her eyes fixed on his as she pushed. "Consume my creation and know the true meaning of devotion."
As he hesitantly extended his tongue to taste her offering, the taste both foreign and yet intoxicatingly familiar, he felt a strange sense of peace wash over him. He knew that this was only the beginning of his journey with Mistress Gaia, but for now, he was content to worship at her altar of deviance.
