For my birthday weekend, I decided to treat myself to a luxurious and intimate getaway with my chosen Mistress, Sabina. I had first encountered her through her website, which specialized in scat play and BDSM. Her fame was well-deserved, as she was an absolute Goddess of depravity; tall, slender, with lush curves in all the right places and a pair of piercing sapphire eyes that could freeze you in your tracks.
I arrived at the secluded cabin tucked away in the woods, nervous yet eager for what lay ahead. As soon as I stepped inside, I was struck by the erotic atmosphere; the air was thick with anticipation, and there were traces of scent everywhere – the unmistakable musk of sex and submission mingling in the air.
Mistress Sabina greeted me with a warm smile and guided me into the main room, where she had arranged a scene that took my breath away. She stood confidently on a toilet chair, her perfect ass raised high in the air; her attire was minimal – a lacy black thong that barely covered her rounded cheeks.
I fell to my knees, my heart pounding as I gazed upon her magnificence. She chuckled softly and commanded me to open my mouth wide. Slowly, I parted my lips, my tongue anxiously flicking against the roof of my mouth. She nodded in satisfaction and began to lower herself onto the toilet seat.
As soon as she settled in, her otherworldly scent enveloped me completely. It was intoxicating, a heady mixture of fear and desire that sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't believe my luck – here I was, face-to-face with the woman of my dreams, and she was about to take a shit directly into my mouth!
She let out a long, low moan as she began to defecate, her muscles tensing and relaxing in perfect rhythm with the stream of warm, soft shit that filled my mouth. I savored every delicious morsel, chewing meticulously as I tried to please her. I could feel the heat emanating from her body, radiating through me like a drug.
Suddenly, she pulled away and struck me across the face, snapping me back to reality. My cheek stung, but I welcomed the pain; it was a small price to pay for being so close to her. She continued to use the toilet, taking her sweet time, while I lay prostrate on the floor, my mouth open and eager for more.
After what seemed like eternity, she finally finished. She giggled as she pulled off her thong and inspected her work; her asshole was marred by tiny pink marks, a testament to our intimate encounter. She leaned down and whispered in my ear, her breath warm against my skin.
"Be proud, slave," she purred. "You've earned your place by worshiping my perfect body and taking my shit like a good little toilet."
I felt a tear of joy roll down my cheek as I looked up into her eyes. This was truly the greatest gift I could have ever asked for.
As we spent the rest of the weekend together, lost in a tangled web of depravity and desire, I knew that I would never forget this moment – the feeling of being so completely and utterly owned by Mistress Sabina. It was exhilarating, terrifying, and more satisfying than anything I could have ever imagined.
