Dirty Priest hardcore domination - Some shit for a slave

As the slave knelt eagerly before me, I couldn't resist the urge to relieve myself. My asshole felt tight and irritated, begging to be unloaded. My heart raced with anticipation as I pulled my robes to the side, revealing the source of his filthy desires.

I moaned strongly, a mixture of pleasure and power as hot, steamy piss erupted from my cock and splashed onto the man's face. His eyes were wide with desire as he reached up lazily, splashing the piss around, drinking it in deeply. It wasn't long before I felt the urge to defecate building up, a deep rumble in my guts threatening to burst free.

Without warning, a massive shit drops from my ass, landing heavily on the slave's back. I smiled sadistically and watched as he immediately moved his head down, positioning himself to receive more. My shit oozed from his mouth as he gagged on the thick, feces-filled mess. I continued to pump out round after round of thick turds, each one heavier than the last.

With every explosive movement, the slave's body trembled as the stench of my shit filled the air. He had become accustomed to this filth, craving it more with every passing second. His eyes were full of desire, his mouth and tongue coated in my feces. It was evident that this was the only thing that gave him any sense of pleasure.

Finally, I stood up, my massive cock still dripping with piss and covered in shit. I turned to my disgusting slave, who immediately knelt before me, ready for more. I reached down and scooped up a handful of my own shit, forming it into a wrestler's shape. I placed it on his forehead, smiling as he licked it off eagerly. He probably tasted some of his own shit mixed in, but that didn't seem to bother him.

I pulled the robes back up, satisfied for the moment. The slave kissed my feet lovingly, leaving a trail of slobber and shit in his wake. He nodded his head in submission, content to wait for his next dose of my fetid filth. It was clear that this poor creature was my plaything, a pathetic excuse for a human being who found pleasure in devouring my excrement.

As I walked away, leaving the slave kneeling in a puddle of his own vomit, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. Power like this was intoxicating, knowing that I could control another person so completely. Even though what I was doing was disgusting and repulsive to most people, it only fueled my desire to keep exerting my dominance over this poor creature. After all, there was always more filth to be made, and someone had to consume it. Why not him?

The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I smiled evilly as I made my way back to my quarters. The slave would be waiting for me, hungry for more of my perverse pleasure. And I would oblige him, because in this twisted sense of devotion, there truly was some fucked up joy to be had.