Mistress Anna gazed down at her slave with a devious grin, her eyes dancing with mischief and dominance. She had been planning this little act of humiliation for quite some time now, and it was finally going to happen. With a flick of her wrist, she commanded him to get down on all fours before her.
The slave obeyed without question, his heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come. Mistress Anna leaned forward and ran her hand through his hair, causing him to whimper slightly at her touch. She smiled wickedly and then proceeded to undo her pants, revealing her rounded ass cheeks covered in soft, black hair.
"You're going to love this," she purred, her breath hot against his ear. With that, she positioned herself directly above him and slowly lowered herself onto his face. The weight of her ass pressed down on him, making it hard for him to breathe as he felt her warmth envelop him completely.
Her asshole was within his reach, and his tongue automatically shot out towards it. He licked at the small bead of sweat that formed on her asshole, tasting the slight tang of her body fluids mixed with arousal. Mistress Anna gasped softly, her hips bucking slightly against his face in response to the sensation.
He continued to lick and kiss her asshole, lapping up every drop of sweat and pre-cum that had leaked from her pussy. His cock, trapped beneath him, throbbed with each passing moment, begging for release but knowing it would not come anytime soon.
As he cleaned her asshole, Mistress Anna reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his head up to look at her. Her eyes bore into his, challenging him not to look away from the sight before him. She pushed her asshole towards his face again, daring him to take the next step.
With a deep breath, he opened his mouth wide and took a deep breath in through his nose. The smell of her ass was overpowering, but it just served to excite him even more. Slowly, he lowered his head back down and pushed his tongue into her asshole, tickling the tight ring of muscle that demanded entry.
Mistress Anna moaned softly, her grip on his hair tightening as she felt his tongue probing deeper inside her. She loved the power she held over him, knowing that she could make him do anything she wanted simply by using her body as a weapon.
For several minutes, they engaged in this primal act of dominance and submission. Mistress Anna's moans grew louder, and her hips began to buck wildly against his face. She gripped his hair tighter, practically demanding that he continue to worship her asshole.
As she neared climax, she withdrew her ass from his face and stood up, her eyes blazing with lust. "Now it's time for you to taste my creation," she purred, pointing down at the pile of shit she had just taken on the floor.
Without hesitation, the slave lowered his head and began to lick up the pile of shit. His tongue darted in and out, quickly lapping up every last morsel of his mistress's feces. He didn't know why he was doing it, but he couldn't resist the power she held over him.
As he finished cleaning up the mess, Mistress Anna walked over to her vanity and sat down in front of the mirror. She gestured for the slave to join her, and he crawled over to her side obediently. She scooped up a handful of her shit from the vanity and pressed it gently into his mouth.
His tongue automatically pushed against the ball of shit, trying to reject it, but he knew better than to disobey his mistress. Slowly, he started to chew, tasting the bitter residue of her body wash and shame mix with the coarse texture of the shit.
Mistress Anna watched him intently as he swallowed her feces, a look of satisfaction spreading across her face. This was what she lived for – the ultimate power trip over her helpless slave. Despite the humiliation he was enduring, the slave couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that he was pleasing his mistress in the only way he could.
