EATINGALLSHITFROMGODDESSES - Mistress Anita - kaviar in leggings and coerced feeding

Goddess Anita, clad in shiny black leggings that highlighted her divine figure, had become quite notorious for her frequent and luxurious bowel movements. Over the past two days, she had bestowed upon her unsuspecting toilet slave an ample amount of her precious kaviar - an intoxicating blend of intense flavors and aromas that was both tantalizing and revolting to mere mortals. Each morning, as the sun peeked through the curtains of her opulent chambers, Anita's toilet slave would awaken to the intoxicating scent of her morning coffee enema. He knew what this meant: she was preparing herself for another day of glorious defecations. As the day wore on, Goddess Anita would consume copious amounts of rich foods and fine alcohol, all while maintaining her impeccable figure through constant exercise. Her physique was nothing short of perfection, accentuated by the tight leggings that outlined every beautiful ripple of muscle beneath her skin. Finally, as evening approached, Anita's toilet slave would be summoned to her bathroom where he would find her crouched on the rim of her golden toilet, her perfect ass pointed straight at him. With a smirk that could ignite the fiercest flame in hell itself, she would command him to worship her magnificent asshole - the source of all this bounty he was about to receive. And so it went, day after day, each deposit morelavish than the last: sapphires and rubies mixed in among the gold kaviar; diamonds glittering like stars amidst the rich black paste; emeralds shimmering like wet jade beneath the harsh light of the bathroom mirror. And yet still, Goddess Anita continued to produce these treasures from deep within her temple of fecal glory. One afternoon found her slave on his knees before her, head bowed in reverence as he waited patiently for his next serving of divine excrement. Anita stood over him, her legs spread wide to reveal the pristine white cotton of her panties - a stark contrast against the dark, unexplored depths of her ass cracks. With a wave of her hand, she dismissed him from his position of supplication and commanded him instead to undress completely. Naked and exposed before her, he could feel the heat emanating off her perfect body as she walked around him, studying him with a predatory gaze. "Today," she purred, "you will not only consume my kaviar, but you will also pleasure yourself while doing so." She lifted up one leg, revealing the tight, tanned flesh of her thigh extended all the way down to the dark furry patch between her legs. "You will show your appreciation for what I am about to give you by masturbating until you cum." Her toilet slave nodded, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched helplessly as Goddess Anita lowered herself onto the golden toilet seat and began to shit into a small crystal cup. The golden liquid splashed against the sides of the cup, and he could see flecks of Anita's shimmering ass cheeks caught in the light. As she finished defecating, she held the cup out to him, smirking as he took it from her with trembling hands. "Remember," she said, her voice soft as silk yet carrying a threat of punishment if he disobeyed, "you must pleasure yourself as you eat your fill of my kaviar." He nodded again, his gaze fixed on the glittering treasure within the cup. Slowly, carefully, he brought it to his lips and tasted the divine nectar that was Anita's shit. And as he did so, he began to stroke his cock, feeling the familiar tingle of desire building up deep within him. Goddess Anita watched with eager anticipation as he brought himself closer and closer to climax, the sounds of his masturbation echoing through the luxurious bathroom. Finally, with a cry of pure ecstasy, he came all over his hands and stomach, coating himself in the golden nectar of her feces. "Well done," she purred, reaching down to caress his cheek with the tips of her fingers, streaking his face with strands of her glittering kaviar. "Now finish eating my offering." As he hungrily consumed the last drops of her divine diarrhea, he knew that there was only one thing left to do: beg for more. And so he did, groveling at her feet as he pleaded with her to use him again for her dark and glorious purposes.