Fecal Luxury - Excreting Feces For Your Mouth

**Fecal Luxury - Excreting Feces For Your Mouth** Tags: Toilet Slavery, Fecal Luxury Madam Tulpan, dressed in her delicate black lacy shorts, has commanded me to my knees, where I dutifully kiss her sweaty crotch and ass. She sits on the toilet chair, her perfect behind elevated towards the heavens, inviting me to worship at her altar of excrement. With a slow, sensual glide, she begins to defecate into my open mouth, her eyes closed in ecstasy as she moans and groans with pleasure. Her shit is warm and velvety on my tongue, filling my mouth to overflowing. As I struggle to contain the deluge of her fecal matter, she surprises me by peeing copiously onto the mound of shit in my mouth. The warm, salty liquid mixes with the feces, creating a disgusting butorously pleasing, cocktail that slides down my throat. Her aim is precise; she seems to be shooting the pee directly into my mouth, making the mixture even more potent. Undeterred by my gagging and retching, she continues to pile more shit onto the growing hill in my mouth. The turd at the top soon joins its brethren as it slides down my throat, choking me with its size. With each slow, steady breath, I feel my cheeks hallowing out, adapting to the relentless onslaught of excrement. As if this weren't enough, she then proceeds to push and strain even more, excreting even more enormous turds into my mouth. Once I've swallowed what seems like an entire cow's worth of dung, she finally sighs in satisfaction and allows me to catch my breath. My head spins with the fluids and feces that fill my mouth, but I must keep sucking, as she extends a finger coated in her own filth. With a determined gleam in her eye, she tells me to chew it. "Like a good little cock-slut," she purrs, her voice husky with lust. Spurred on by her command, I use my teeth to tear at the feces-covered appendage, breaking off chunks and swallowing them whole. The taste is indescribable, a combination of decay and putrid sweetness that sends shivers down my spine. Finally, Madam Tulpan rises from her toilet throne, seemingly content with the state she has left me in. She spits in my face contemptuously, then turns her attention to her boots. Slowly, sensually, she steps her soiled treasures onto the sleek leather surfaces, grinding them into my skin with a sadistic glee. I obediently rise to my knees and begin to lick away the filth that clings to her boots. Each lap of my tongue draws more of her feces-coated boots into my mouth, and with a final lick, I clean them to her satisfaction. Satisfied with my work, she pushes me down onto my back, straddling me as she leans over to reveal her ass once more. Without a word, she begins to defecate once more, this time onto my waiting tongue. The rhythm is hypnotic, her asshole pulsing as she empties herself onto my face. And so it continues, an endless cycle of excrement and debasement, until finally she collapses onto me, her sweat-slicked skin pressed against mine. Exhausted but still not satisfied, she begins to ride me, her hips grinding against my mouth as she continues to defecate. The movement is sensual, almost erotic, and I find myself growing hard within my bonds despite the filth that coats me. As the last bits of shit trickle from her body, she sits astride my face once more. But instead of relieving herself, she leans down and whispers in my ear, her breath hot against my skin. "Now it's time to clean up," she says softly, her voice both tender and threatening. And with that, she begins to shove her filthy fingers into my mouth, demanding that I clean them as thoroughly as I have her boots. As I start to choke on the soap-scented lube she forces me to swallow, Madam Tulpan climaxes once more, her body shuddering with orgasm. And when she finally pulls her fingers free of my mouth, she leans in close, her lips brushing against my ear. "That's a good little toilet slave," she says, the smile in her voice laced with approval. And so it goes, our twisted dance of submission and degradation. As long as I am beneath her, there will always be more filth to consume, more shit to swallow. For in the realm of Fecal Luxury, there is no escape from the intoxicating perfume of excrement and the forbidden pleasure it brings.