Mistress Gaia, known as the embodiment of Earth itself, stood tall on her pedestal, her divine, scaly form illuminated by the streaming sunlight pouring in through the stained-glass windows. Today, she was amusing herself with a beastly submissive who knelt before her, head bowed in respect.
"Look at me, my loyal minion," Mistress Gaia commanded in a deep, almost melodic voice that resonated through the chamber. The submissive raised its head, its eyes meeting hers as it trembled with anticipation and fear.
Mistress Gaia held out her right hand, the palm facing the kneeling figure. She'd crafted a pair of transparent gloves specifically for this deed. The gloves were made of a special material that would not only transfer her scent to the gloves but also any substance on them—including her feces.
"Today, my beast, you will eat my shit directly from my divine hands," she declared with a cruel smile on her lips. "And to make it even more humiliating for you, you will be wearing these gloves."
The submissive remained kneeling, indebted to its mistress, as Mistress Gaia slid her right hand into one of the gloves. The material stretched tightly against her well-formed fingers and palm, leaving no part of her hand uncovered.
"First," she said softly, almost tenderly, "I'll offer you a chance to sniff my shit. Breathe deep, my beast."
The submissive leaned forward, inhaling deeply as Mistress Gaia slid the hand covered in her feces under its nose. The pungent aroma filled its senses, making it want to vomit and yet also aroused. It trembled in anticipation of what was to come.
"Well?" Mistress Gaia purred, her eyes fixed on the eager expression on the submissive's face. "Aren't you going to taste it?"
Without another word, the submissive leaned forward and closed its eyes, opening its mouth wide as Mistress Gaia slid her gloved hand between its lips. The icy coldness of the latex contrasted sharply with the warmth of its tongue as it eagerly began to lap at the excrement covered fingers.
"That's a good little beast," Mistress Gaia cooed, her voice filled with satisfaction. "Now, let's see how well you can handle my real treat."
She withdrew her hand from the glove, revealing it to be slick with her feces, and then placed it back on the pedestal. The submissive watched as she picked up the other glove, twirling it around in her fingers as she admired her handiwork.
"Open wide," she commanded, and the submissive did as instructed, opening its mouth once more. Mistress Gaia reached forward and slowly slid the second glove onto the submissive's right hand, her feces coating every inch of the glove as it stretched tightly against its companion's fingers.
"Now," she said triumphantly, "it's time to feed."
With that, she held out her left hand, palm facing up, inviting her beast to take the final step in its degradation. The submissive could hardly believe what it was about to do, but it knew better than to disobey its divine mistress.
Slowly, trembling with anticipation and fear, the submissive lifted its gloved hand to its lips and began to eat the feces coating it. Mistress Gaia watched with dark delight as her creation willingly consumed her waste, reveling in the power it had over this pitiful creature.
As the submissive's mouth and tongue worked to clean every last bit of excrement from the glove, Mistress Gaia spoke again, her voice a low growl of approval.
"You are truly mine," she rumbled, her chest rising and falling with an otherworldly rhythm. "Now go forth, my beast, and spread your mistress's message of humiliation across the land."
