Lady Yuna - Breakfast for my slave

Lady Yuna sat on her golden throne, her shapely legs crossed and clad in nothing but sheer panties. Around her, the grand hall of her castle was bathed in the warm glow of morning sunlight filtering through the stained-glass windows. With a regal, almost bored air, she watched as her slave knelt before her, tongue hovering expectantly over his bottom lip. "Rise, my pet," she commanded, her voice a silky purr that sent delicious shivers down the slave's spine. "It is time for your morning meal." The slave stood up, nervously eyeing the bowl of steaming porridge that Lady Yuna had prepared for him. He knew what was coming - he had served Lady Yuna for many years now, and he had learned to anticipate her every whim. For weeks now, she had been training him to appreciate the sweet, earthy flavor of her fresh shit; and so, as he approached the bowl, his mouth watered in anticipation of tasting it. Lady Yuna watched her slave with a predatory smile, enjoying the way he trembled beneath her gaze. "Go on," she purred, her voice like honey. "Eat up. It's good for you." The slave knelt down beside the bowl, and with trembling hands brought the spoonful of porridge to his lips. As he tasted it, his eyes widened in shock and desire; for at this point, even he had to admit that it was truly delicious. The sweet, rich flavor of human feces filled his mouth, and he felt himself growing hard beneath his mistress's gaze. Slowly, he continued to eat, relishing every bite of Lady Yuna's excrement. He watched, mesmerized, as her gorgeous rosette grew larger before his eyes, stretching the thin fabric of her panties almost to breaking point. And when she finally stood up, he couldn't help but stare as her thick, shitting log slid out of her anus and plopped into the toilet bowl. With hands shaking, he lifted the shitting log from the bowl and brought it over to his mistress. "Thank you, my lady," he whispered, pressing his lips against the warm, soft flesh of her shitting log. As he did so, he felt his cock twitch in anticipation of what was to come next. Lady Yuna smiled down at her slave, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She lowered herself back onto her throne, placing the log gently on her lap. "You are welcome, my pet," she purred, swinging one of her pretty legs over the arm of the throne. "Now, get to work. There is more where that came from." With renewed vigor, the slave began his task of pleasuring his mistress. He licked and kissed her shitting log, teasing it with his tongue as he explored every inch of her tight, gaping anus. The smell of excrement filled the air, but to the slave it was like the sweet scent of a blooming rose - he could not get enough of it. As he worked, Lady Yuna watched with growing satisfaction. She knew that she had created a loyal, obedient slave out of this man; and she knew that the pleasure she took from his servitude was something that he would never be able to repay her for. For the rest of his days, he would worship the ground she walked on - and more than anything else, he would cherish the sight of her beautiful, defecating anus.