The lush velvet curtains parted to reveal the scene before them: a woman, her name Barbara Ferraz, sat on an ornate golden throne, dressed in decadent robes that hung off her body loosely. Her face was cold and unreadable as she surveyed the room, her eyes fixing on the figure kneeling at her feet - her slave. The slave's eyes were filled with fear and anticipation, their mouth watering uncontrollably as they awaited their mistress's command.
"Today," Barbara began, her voice low and commanding, "I feel particularly perverse. You will soon find out why." She stood up slowly, revealing her naked body beneath the thin robes. Her ass glistened with sweat, round and plump, perfectly shaped for what she had in store.
Without another word, Barbara bent over and let out a long, low moan. Her slave's eyes widened in shock as they saw what they had only ever dreamed of: a stream of warm, steaming shit oozing out of Barbara's asshole. The smell was overpowering—a mix of sweetness and decay—but the slave couldn't help themselves; their cock twitched against their thighs as they watched their mistress take a huge shit.
Without warning, Barbara turned around, her face contorted in pleasure. In one swift motion, she shoved her entire fist into her slave's mouth, filling it with her feces. The slave gagged on the sudden intrusion, but they couldn't resist; they started swallowing instinctively. Barbara grinned cruelly as she watched, enjoying every second of her slave's humiliation.
"That's right," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Enjoy your meal." And with that, she withdrew her fist from the slave's mouth, leaving it coated in a thick layer of feces.
The slave continued to swallow, their throat working convulsively as they tried to force down the disgusting substance. They closed their eyes, trying to block out the taste and the smell, but it was too late. They were addicted to the filth now, and there was no going back.
Barbara noticed their reaction and smiled wider. She reached down between their legs and began stroking their cock slowly, teasingly. The slave moaned around Barbara's shit, unable to resist the dual sensations of pleasure and disgust coursing through their body.
She continued to stroke their cock as she squatted over them, her fat ass pressing against their face. "Want some more?" she asked playfully, her voice dripping with cruel intent. The slave nodded frantically, their mouth still full of her shit.
Barbara chuckled darkly before pushing her ass back against their face once more. This time, she released an enormous turd onto her slave's tongue, filling their mouth to overflowing. The slave gurgled and choked on the overwhelming amount of scat, but they didn't complain—in fact, they seemed to be enjoying it more than ever.
As the slave struggled to swallow every last drop of Barbara's excrement, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She was in control, and her slave was nothing but a puppet to her twisted desires. But even as she felt a thrill of power coursing through her veins, she knew that this wasn't enough. Not yet.
She would keep her slave on this diet of filth and degradation until they begged for mercy—or until she grew bored. Either way, it was a game she intended to keep playing for as long as possible.
