Lady Johanna Syrkay - Truffle for the dancing bea

Lady Johanna Syrkay's body was a work of art. Her long legs shook in rhythm as she danced around her personal toilet throne, grinning mischievously at the pathetic slave kneeling before her. The scent of freshly-cooked truffles filled the air, making the slave's mouth water uncontrollably. "Come now, slave," she purred, circling him teasingly. "Did you really think you'd get to taste any of this without first earning it?" The slave trembled in anticipation, his tongue trailing across his lips nervously. He knew better than to disappoint his mistress - especially when she looked so voracious. "Open wide, slave," she commanded, giggling as he obeyed without hesitation. "And prepare to worship at the altar of my asshole." As her ass cheeks clenched together tightly, a tiny pearl of steaming shit oozed out from her anus. It rolled lewdly across the ground before finally coming to rest on the slave's eager tongue. He savored the taste of her feces, moaning in ecstasy as more and more of it plopped onto his tongue. However, his mistress was clearly growing impatient. "Slowpoke," she spat contemptuously, pushing her slave away with a bare foot encased in a silken slipper. "Is this really how you intend to worship me?" The slave cowered before her, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel her eyes boring into the very depths of his soul, could almost taste the contempt dripping from her lips like honey. "Don't worry, slave," she purred, grabbing him roughly by the hair. "I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself." With that, she turned around once again, showcasing her perfect ass in all its glory. The smell of truffles was overpowering now, driving the slave to the brink of insanity. And then, just as he thought he couldn't take any more, she pooped. A gigantic log of shit tumbled out of her anus, landing with a loud splat on the ground beside him. It was nearly as big as his head, and reeked of sulphur and rot. He trembled with anticipation as she leaned forward, presenting her ass to him like a sacrifice. "Eat it, slave," she hissed, her voice edged with madness. "Eat every fucking bite." And so he did. He clamped his lips around the massive turd, chewing with all his might. Tears streamed down his face as he tasted her warm, delicious excrement, and he could feel his master's hands on his head, guiding him through the ritual. "That's it, slave," she whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin. "Show me how much you love me." And so he continued, mouth full of her shit, until at last it was all gone. Slowly he raised his head, meeting her eyes with a mixture of awe and terror. "Good boy," she cooed, patting him fondly on the head. "Now, go clean up this mess. And don't come back until you've polished my toilet seat so it shines like a mirror." With that, she turned her back on him once again, leaving him to wonder when - or if - his next chance to worship at her altar would come.