Mistress Ann - Filthy leather loving shiteater

Mistress Ann - Filthy leather loving shiteater

Download Or Buy Video From YezzClips

As the slave knelt before her, his eyes tracing the contours of her leather outfit, his heart pounded in anticipation. He knew that he had crossed a line by allowing himself to fantasize about tasting her forbidden fluids, but he couldn't help himself. She was simply too irresistible in her shiny, restrictive gear - the sight of it made him ache with longing.

Mistress Ann sensed his lustful gaze, and it filled her with disgust. This slave was supposed to be devoted to her, not consumed by his own depravity! With a sneer of contempt, she swept him up in her arms and carried him to the bathroom. "You want my leather?" she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "You want to kiss it, lick it, taste it? Well, here's your chance, you filthy shiteater."

Grabbing him by the hair, she wrenched his head downward and forced his mouth onto her leather boots. The scent of sweat and leather filled his nostrils as he groaned around the unfamiliar objects stuffed into his mouth. He felt the rough soles of her boots making contact with his face, and he knew that this was only the beginning of his punishment.

Mistress Ann pulled back, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "You think this is bad?" she taunted. "Just wait until you taste what's coming next." With that, she reached down and dispensed a healthy dollop of her freshly-minted feces onto the tip of his tongue. He gagged, choking on the bitter taste and the nauseating stench, but he knew better than to fight against her.

She continued to fill his mouth with her putrid waste, coating his face and body with it until he couldn't see or breathe through the thick coating. The taste was revolting, yet he couldn't help but savor every drop of her filth. This was his punishment, and he deserved it for allowing himself to desire her in such a degrading way.

As she finally pulled away, leaving him gasping for breath, Mistress Ann chuckled darkly. "Think you've had enough, shiteater?" She snarled, kicking him hard in the stomach. "Well, just wait until I'm done with you - you haven't even begun to suffer."

With that, she unbuckled her leggings and shoved them at him, ordered him to put them on his head. The scent of her feces-filled undergarments was almost overwhelming, but he complied dutifully, knowing that refusal would only earn him more of her disgust.

Minutes later, she returned, carrying a vibrator in one hand and a fresh wedge of her PVC leggings in the other. She leaned down and placed the vibrator against his sensitive area, turning it on to its highest setting. He moaned in pain and pleasure as she smothered his face with the shit-filled leggings, the sensation of her filth against his skin driving him to the brink of ecstasy.

As he felt himself reaching climax, he was seized by a sudden terror: what if she didn't allow him to finish? What if he was forced to endure this agony for hours on end? The thought was enough to make him sob into her shit-covered leggings.

But to his surprise, she pulled back just as he was about to lose control. With one last look of contempt, she turned and walked away, leaving him curled up in the fetal position on the floor, trembling and weeping from the overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure he had just experienced.

The following day, still reeling from the aftermath of his punishment, the slave could barely bring himself to look at Mistress Ann. He knew that he would never be able to satisfy her - no matter how hard he tried, he would always be a shit-eating loser in her eyes. And yet, despite everything, the thought of tasting her feces again filled him with an almost irresistible desire. He was lost, consumed by his own twisted fantasies, and there was no escape.