Lady Yuna - Facesitting with shit

Lady Yuna sat on the plush toilet seat, her gorgeous face hovering just inches above the ceramic rim. Her slave kneeled before her, his swollen cock pressed against her thigh. He gazed up at her, his eyes full of both fear and arousal. Lady Yuna leaned forward, placing her hands on the sides of his head. "You know what to do," she purred, whispering in his ear.

The slave leaned forward, his tongue darting out tentatively to trace the sensitive flesh of his mistress' pussy. He moaned as he tasted her sweet nectar, feeling a rush of pleasure coursing through his veins. Meanwhile, Lady Yuna's other plaything—her shiny, black paddle—lay resting on the edge of the bathtub nearby.

As he licked and teased his mistress' pussy, he felt an itch between his own cheeks. It was growing more intense by the moment. Suddenly, without warning, an enormous shit load hit him square in the face! The stench was overwhelming, but he couldn't help but moan with pleasure as he felt his mouth and tongue filled with warm, steaming feces. His cock twitched involuntarily, leaking pre-cum onto the floor.

Lady Yuna smiled cruelly, leaning back against the wall. "Now who's enjoying this?" she sneered. "You're such a pathetic little cocksucker, aren't you?" She laughed heartily, reaching down to rub the slave's aching cock through his pants. "But you know what? You're also very useful to me."

With that, Lady Yuna grabbed a handful of the slave's hair and pulled his face closer to hers. "Suck it dry," she commanded. The slave nodded eagerly, opening his mouth wide to accept another mouthful of her shit. This time, however, she added a little extra—spitting a stream of hot, salty semen directly into his mouth. He swallowed eagerly, savoring the mixture of flavors.

As he continued to clean her ass with his tongue, Lady Yuna took out her paddle. She struck it against her slave's chest, making him yelp in pain. "That's for being a bad fucktoy," she growled, eyes gleaming with excitement. She struck him again, this time harder, making him grunt as he squirmed beneath her. "Now hurry up," she whispered hoarsely, "I don't want to have to punish you any more than I already am."

The slave could feel his cock throbbing in anticipation, desperate for release. He wondered whether he would be allowed to climax, or whether Lady Yuna had other plans in store for him. He looked up at her pityingly, his mouth full of shit and cum. "Please, Mistress," he whimpered, "let me cum. I've been such a good slave."

Lady Yuna considered this for a moment. Finally, she nodded in acquiescence. "Very well, then," she purred. "Show me how grateful you are." As she spoke, she reached down and began stroking his cock through his pants, pushing him closer to the edge of pleasure and pain. "Suck my pussy harder," she commanded, leaning forward again. "And don't you dare stop."

The slave nodded, his heart racing as he felt his mistress' fingers massaging his aching cock. He leaned forward, burying his face in her pussy once more as he began to jerk off furiously.

For long moments, they remained locked in a twisted dance of pleasure and pain. The slave's fingers dug into his own skin as he approached climax, unable to contain his feelings of excitement and submission any longer. He could feel Lady Yuna's muscles tense beneath him, her groans of pleasure echoing in his ears. In the distance, he could hear the echoes of his own cries of ecstasy...

And then, it happened. Their eyes met for a split second, and Lady Yuna nodded imperceptibly. The slave felt a sudden surge of release from his cock, hot and wet and satisfying. He pulled away from her pussy, groaning loudly as he came all over the floor. For a moment, he couldn't move, overwhelmed by the intensity of his orgasm. Then, slowly, he opened his eyes.

Lady Yuna was still watching him, her eyes dark and hungry. She reached down and helped him to his feet, her hands gentle yet firm on his skin. "That," she whispered, "was one of the most satisfying experiences I've ever had." She leaned in close, brushing her mouth against his ear. "But don't you dare think this means you're off the hook."

With that, she turned and left the room, leaving the slave standing there, sore, exhausted but oddly satisfied. His cock had finally found release, but he knew it would be many more days before he dared hope for such pleasure again. For now, he would content himself with the memories of what had just happened—and the burning desire to please his mistress once more.