Bastiennes Butt Butter - Feeding My Toilet Slave: Month #2

The month of April had begun, and Bastiennes couldn't help but feel pleased with herself as she sat down on the clean, white throne of her luxurious bathroom. It was time for another feeding of her human toilet slave, Mr. Piggy. She watched with delight as he crawled nervously into the room, the smell of her feces already wafting through the air. "Mr. Piggy," she greeted him, "are you ready for another delicious meal?" He whimpered in reply, his body trembling with anticipation and fear.

Bastienne's outfit for this occasion was just as delectable as ever - a skimpy black tutu and no panties that left nothing to the imagination. As she leaned over to unlatch the toilet seat, giving him full view of her plump, round ass, Mr. Piggy couldn't help but let out a moan of longing. He knew what was about to happen, and he couldn't wait for another taste of his mistress's divine feces.

Slowly, Bastienne lowered herself onto the gleaming porcelain, her tight ass cheeks spreading apart to reveal her gaping asshole. The moment she felt the warm, wet sensation of Mr. Piggy's tongue invading her anus, she let out a soft moan. "That's a good boy," she purred, leaning forward to press her body against his face. "Suck on my fatty poops."

Mr. Piggy didn't need to be told twice; he devoured every inch of Bastienne's ass, lapping up her thick, golden nectar like it was the most delicious dessert in the world. He could feel her warm feces dripping down his chin, onto his tongue, filling his mouth with an unmistakable rich, earthy flavor that drove him wild. When she finally pulled her ass away, he opened his mouth wide, eagerly anticipating the feast that was about to come.

With a satisfied smile, Bastienne leaned over and grinned down at Mr. Piggy, who was now totally devoted to her every whim. Slowly, she lowered her panty-free pussy onto his eager mouth, and he started sucking furiously on her clit, desperate to please his mistress. She let out a low moan of pleasure as he worked his magic, his hot breath sending shivers up her spine. "Yes, Mr. Piggy," she murmured, her hips beginning to buck with each bite of his tongue. "Suck my fatty cunny clean."

As Bastienne's orgasm built to a crescendo, Mr. Piggy could feel her sweet juices pouring out of her, mixing with her own body fluids. He greedily lapped at every last drop, knowing that soon he would be rewarded with another glorious feast straight from his mistress's asshole. And when she finally did release her golden nectar, he drank every last drop gratefully, savoring the taste of his beloved mistress on his tongue.

When the feeding was over, Bastienne stood up, admiring the sight of Mr. Piggy kneeling before her, his face and clothes covered in her feces. His eyes were filled with love and devotion, and she couldn't help but feel a rush of power surge through her veins. "You are my perfect toilet slave," she whispered, reaching down to stroke his hair. "Now clean yourself up and wait for next month's treat."

As Mr. Piggy scurried away to clean himself, Bastienne couldn't help but grin to herself. She had created a bond with her toilet slave that was deeper and more delightful than anything she could have ever imagined. And she couldn't wait to see what the future held for them - and what delicious treats she could create for him next.