I stood atop the dresser, my body swaying slightly as I surveyed the scene before me. My slave, kneeling on the hardwood floor beneath me, his head bowed in submission. He knew what was coming, having served me well throughout the day. But even though he was prepared for it, he couldn't help but feel a small twinge of fear in his gut.
"I drank a lot last night so my poo is going to be really nasty," I announced triumphantly, my voice echoing around the room. The scent of strong alcohol still lingered about me, mixing with the musky aroma that emanated from my sex. My slave's gaze flickered up to meet mine, his brown eyes filled with anticipation and dread. "You're going to love this," I promised him, my voice taking on a huskier tone.
I reached back and gripped my cheeks tight, spreading them apart. Below me, my slave's mouth watered as he took in the sight of my exposed, pink anus. It glistened with anticipation, the juices from my aroused sex trickling down its underside.
"Worship your mistress's ass, slave," I commanded, my voice thick with lust. My slave obeyed without hesitation, climbing onto his knees until he was directly beneath me. His warm breath caressed my anus as he nuzzled against it, his tongue darting out to trace its contours.
"Such a good slave," I praised him, my voice trembling with excitement. I felt the pressure building within me, the familiar warmth spreading through my lower belly. It was time.
Without further ado, I lowered myself onto my slave's eager mouth, spreading my buttocks wide as I did so. The heady scent of my shit filled the air as he opened his mouth wide to receive his treat. His tongue darted out once more, lapping at the hardening glob of feces that pushed against the entrance to his mouth.
"Suck on your mistress's asshole, slave," I groaned, my hips beginning to move in a slow, sensual rhythm. My slave obeyed, closing his lips tightly around my anus as he began to suck. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before; it was both exhilarating and deeply degrading at the same time.
As I felt myself approaching climax, I reached down with one hand to stroke myself. My wetness coated my fingertips as I circled my swollen clitoris, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. It didn't take long before I felt the familiar rush of pleasure wash over me.
"Oh god yes!" I cried out, throwing my head back in ecstasy. My hips bucked wildly, pushing harder against my slave's face as I came. Waves of blissful release washed over me, leaving me spent but still yearning for more.
Slowly, I pulled myself away from my slave's mouth, the remains of my shit-covered cock still clinging to his lips. He looked up at me with an expression of bitter disappointment on his face, but I wasn't done with him yet.
"Now it's time for some pussy-leeching," I laughed, straddling his head once more. My wet pussy lips parted easily as I lowered myself onto his waiting tongue. He lapped eagerly at my juices, his tongue darting in and out as he tried to pleasure me as much as possible.
As he worked, I reached down and grabbed his head, pulling him closer to me. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, his tongue tangling with mine as we shared our filth. It was a raw, primal moment that left me shivering with delight.
Finally, when I could take no more, I pulled away from him, leaving him panting and exhausted once more. "Remember," I warned him, "don't ever forget who you belong to."
With that, I climbed down from the dresser, leaving my slave to wonder what horrors awaited him next.
