Love to Shit Girls - Christmas Dinner 4 My Slaves

It was Christmas time, and Love to Shit Girls had a special treat for their slaves! As they entered the lavishly decorated dining room, they could already smell the mouth-watering aroma of the sumptuous meal prepared by the best chefs in the business. A grand table adorned with silverware, crystal glasses, and the finest china set the perfect stage for the evening's festivities. In the center of the table was a large golden bowl, sparkling under the crystal chandelier. As the slaves took their seats, their mistress approached, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

With a sultry smile, she leaned down towards the first slave and whispered seductively, "Get ready, slave. Your mistress is about to bless you with the gift of her shit. Open your mouth wide and enjoy the most delicious meal of the year." The slave trembled with anticipation as he gazed upon the golden bowl, wondering what unspeakable delicacy lay within. His heart raced with excitement as he waited for his mistress to reveal her surprise.

One by one, the slaves were summoned to the table, each receiving their mistress's command to open wide and prepare for the most decadent Christmas feast imaginable. As they leaned in close, their noses brushing against the bowl's warm, fragrant surface, they could feel their mistress's hot breath against their cheeks. "Soon," she whispered teasingly. "Soon, you will taste what you've been begging for."

Finally, it was time. With a flourish, Love to Shit Girls lifted the golden lid and revealed the steaming mound of fresh shit within. The slaves' eyes widened in disbelief and lust as they gazed upon the glistening heap of feces, glistening with moisture and emitting a rich, earthy aroma that made their mouths water. The mistress smiled, knowing that this was exactly what her slaves had been craving all along.

One by one, the slaves lowered their faces into the bowl, tongues darting out to taste the sweet nectar that beckoned from within. Love to Shit Girls leaned over each of them, her breasts brushing against their cheeks, her fingers delicately tracing along their chins as they lapped up her precious gift. They moaned with pleasure, their faces covered in a sticky layer of saliva and feces as they savored every delicious morsel. And when they thought they couldn't possibly take another bite, their mistress would stroke their cheeks gently, cooing encouragement and pushing them to take just one more bite.

As the meal drew to a close, the slaves looked up at their mistress, their eyes shining with adoration and gratitude. She smiled down at them, her heart full of pride and satisfaction. "You have pleased me well, my slaves," she said softly. "And now it is my turn to reward you." With that, she leaned down and kissed each of them passionately on the lips, her tongue darting into their mouths, tasting the mixture of her feces and their own saliva. And as the last slave leaned back in contentment, Love to Shit Girls gazed upon them, knowing that they would be forever grateful for the gift of her shit and the love she had given them on this most special of days.