In the dank and filthy dungeon, the new collared slave knelt before his captor, Lady Sally, trembling with both fear and anticipation. The stench of feces and urine hung heavily in the air, but the slave knew that he was about to be granted a rare treat by his mistress. Lady Sally was known for her long, thin turds, which the slave found both humiliating and exhilarating to eat. After all, the longer they were, the more of her waste he could consume.
She positioned herself on the toilet seat, her plump rear end pointing towards him like a taunt. A trickle of brown liquid escaped from her anus and ran down the crack of her bare bottom. The slave opened his mouth eagerly, readying himself for his feast. As he knelt down, he felt his cock grow hard beneath his loose pants, half-hard from anticipation and half-anxiety.
"Open up, slave," Lady Sally commanded, her voice ringing with authority.
The slave complied immediately, bowing his head low and parting his lips. The warm stream of liquid hit his tongue, and he lapped it up greedily. It tasted of lime and sweat, mixed with the tangy flavor of her ass. He pushed his face closer to her, wanting more. The poop was cool and slippery against his skin, coating his cheeks and chin. He couldn't believe how long it was; he felt like he was being fed an entire log of sausage.
More liquid seeped out, and he drank it down, his eyes locked onto Lady Sally's plump rear. She was breathing heavily now, her tits jiggling with every exhale. The poop seemed to go on forever, stretching his jaw and filling his belly. His hands shook as he reached behind him, ready to rub one out in the corner. He needed the release that only her feces could give him.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she pulled her ass away, and the stream trickled to a stop. The slave pulled back, panting, his face and neck covered in filth. He looked up at her in awe, wondering how she could produce such massive loads of shit. She grinned down at him with satisfaction, rubbing the remaining bits from her asshole onto his face.
"You're such a good little turd eater," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "Now it's time for your reward."
Her fingers went to work on his fly, unfastening it and pulling down his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and sticky with pre-cum. She pushed him forward, forcing him to taste his own juices mixed with the remains of her shit on his tongue. Then she positioned his cock at her gaping ass and pushed back against it, sitting down on his member.
The slave moaned loudly as Lady Sally took him deep inside her bowels, his cock disappearing into the dark, warm cavity. He felt her shit dripping down onto his balls, covering them in a layer of warm goo. She began to ride him, her weight bouncing up and down as she ground her hips against him. It was a crude, dirty fuck, but he didn't care. All that mattered was the feel of her ass surrounding his cock and the taste of her waste on his tongue.
As they fucked, the slave could feel himself getting closer to ecstasy. The mix of pleasure and humiliation was overwhelming, driving him deeper into submission. He could feel himself about to cum, his balls drawn tight against his body. With a guttural groan, he shot his load, filling her ass with hot, thick cum. She milked his cock for every last drop, groaning in satisfaction as he emptied himself for her.
Finally, exhausted and spent, they both collapsed on the cold floor. The slave rested his head on Lady Sally's lap, feeling content yet drained. She stroked his hair gently, whispering sweet nothings as he drifted off to sleep, the smell of shit and sweat surrounding him like a comforting blanket. He couldn't imagine ever finding pleasure in anything else, knowing that this was now his only true happiness.
