As Mistress T sat comfortably on the bar stool, the delicious aroma of her recent meal filled the air around her. She couldn't help but let out a smug grin as she watched her loyal slave kneel before her, his eyes locked onto hers in anticipation. She knew exactly what was about to happen next; it was one of their most humiliating yet exhilarating sessions together. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she addressed him before continuing.
"You know what they say, slave? When you mix spicy food with tequila, you're bound to have some serious repercussions in the morning," she chuckled, running a manicured nail down his chin. He trembled at her touch and nodded obediently, his heart beating faster in his chest. "Well, lucky for you," she purred, patting the bar stool beside her, "You get to witness firsthand what that kind of mixture can do to my system."
There was something wickedly satisfying about having this kind of control over someone else's life – especially when they were willing to submit completely. As her ass shifted slightly on the stool, the slave gulped audibly as he caught a whiff of impending disaster. His lips began to water, conflicted between disgust and excitement. This was their game; it had been going on for months now, and every time he thought they couldn't go any further, she always managed to surprise him.
"Open wide," she commanded, fishing around in her purse. In one swift motion, she pulled out a small plastic bag containing a freshly used dental dam and held it out to him. He accepted it eagerly, his eyes never leaving hers, and positioned it gently between her ass cheeks. She couldn't help but giggle at his eagerness; it was almost cute sometimes. With another evil grin, she grabbed onto his head firmly, angling his face just right as she released her grip on the bag.
A warm, sticky stream of pungent shit cascaded down onto the dental dam, filling his mouth with the salty tang of her diarrhea. The slave did his best not to gag or make a sound, forcing himself to swallow every last drop. As he chewed on nothing but mush at this point, Mistress T removed the now heavy dam from his mouth and smirked. "Tell me how it tastes, slave," she demanded, her voice laced with menace.
"It tastes...fiery," he managed between heavy breaths, his cheeks hollowed out from trying not to vomit. She smacked him lightly on the head with approval. "But not as fiery as my asshole," she retorted wickedly, wiggling her hips slightly. "Now clean me up, slave."
Murmuring sweet nothings in his ears, she handed him a warm, wet cloth and watched as he went to work licking every inch of her anus clean. Her mind drifted off for a moment as she looked around the bar; nobody seemed to notice what was happening just hidden in the corner. It was one of the many perks of having a loyal slave at your beck and call - discretion above all else. He continued to clean her, lapping at her sensitive skin greedily as if it were an ice cream cone on a hot summer day.
Finally satisfied, she stood up and patted him on the head before moving to wash her hands. Looking down at him one last time, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt creep into her heart. But then again, this was their deal; their secret. He had agreed to do this for her, and she would give him everything in return. A content feeling settled in her stomach as they walked out of the bar, unseen and unheard – just another ordinary night for these two.
