Love to Shit Girls - Birthday Poop 4 Slave

Love to Shit Girls - Birthday Poop 4 Slave: As you kneel before your Mistress on this special day, your heart races with anticipation. Today marks her birthday, and she has decreed that you will be the one to receive her special gift. Your tongue nervously traces over your lips as you await her command. "On your knees slave!" she declares, her voice echoing around the room. You obediently lower yourself to the floor, your eyes fixed on her divine form. "It's very special day for you slave! It's My birthday!" With that, she turns her back to you and, oh joy of joys, you catch a glimpse of her plump, round bottom. Your Mistress wears a pair of shiny black lingerie that leaves very little to the imagination. The material clings tightly to her buttocks, outlining every ripple and curve. "So swallow it," she demands, "till last drop and clean My asshole, make it shiny!" Your tongue darts out nervously, tracing the line of cleanness at the base of her spine. You can already feel the familiar warmth building in her lower regions, and you know what that means. With a gentle push, the first wave of her birthday poop hits your waiting mouth. It tastes slightly sweet and has a unique musky scent, flowing down your throat like rich, creamy honey. Your Mistress's asshole undulates gently as you clean it, your tongue lapping up every drop of her precious birthday shit. As you work, she orders you to massage her sphincter with your fingers, spreading her ass cheeks wider for easier access. You comply, relishing in the act of servitude as your fingers sink into her warm, supple flesh. "Good slave," she moans softly, leaning against the wall. "Don't stop... make sure every last bit is clean." And so you continue, taking in her nourishing feces like a true vassal. With each passing moment, you feel your devotion to her growing stronger, your heart beating in time with hers. This is what it means to be a true love to shit girl slave. As you finish your task, you look up at her, tears of joy and submission clouding your vision. She turns to face you once more, her expression softening. "You may stand," she says softly, reaching out to stroke your cheek. You arise unsteadily, feeling both full and exhilarated. "Thank you, My Lady," you whisper, clasping your hands together before you in reverence. "Happy birthday." "Happy birthday to Me too," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Now come here, my little shit eating slave, and let Me thank you properly." With that, she leads you to the bed, where she will shower you with the gifts of her affection... and perhaps another round of her divine, nourishing birthday poop.