Mistress April Movies - Dominatrix Mistress April - Morning Duties 2

In the early hours of the morning, Mistress April sat upon her golden throne, her perfect, round backside rising and falling gently as she breathed out the final remnants of the heavy meal she had consumed. Every morning was the same; her loyal slave awakened before dawn to attend to her most intimate needs. As he knocked lightly on the door, she adjusted her silk robe, feeling the warmth of her breath against the soft flesh of her own ass. She stood up, the muscles in her legs rippling as she stretched lazily, her heels clicking against the marble floor. "Enter," she commanded, her voice husky with sleep. The door creaked open, revealing her handsome slave on his knees, eyes downcast in submission. He was trembling with anticipation, the sweet aroma of her morning shit filling his nostrils. "Today is going to be another beautiful day, isn't it?" she purred, running her fingers through her luxurious hair. She could feel his gaze traveling up her voluptuous body, taking in the curves of her ass and the fullness of her breasts. As she walked towards him, her ass swayed seductively, teasing him with the promise of what was to come. She knelt down in front of him, her breasts inches from his face. "Now then," she began, her warm breath kissing his cheek. "You know what you have to do." She sighed contentedly as she released a plump, warm ball of shit into her hand. It glistened in the dim light, a testament to its rich, nutritious content. Assuming his position on all fours, his tail tucked between his legs, the slave waited patiently for his mistress's command. With a slow, deliberate pace, she pushed the turd towards his open mouth, her fingers tickling his chin as she teased him. "Go on," she whispered, her breath hot on his lips. "Don't you want to taste your mistress's morning shit?" The slave obediently opened his mouth, presenting his tongue to receive her offering. The warm, rich taste of his mistress's shit filled his mouth, coating his tongue and filling his belly with a sense of sublime fulfillment. As she praised him for his devotion, she released another glistening ball, this time pushing it further down his throat until he could feel it hit the back of his mouth. Mistress April took her time, savoring the power she held over her slave. With each push of her finger, she pressed against the walls of his stomach, feeling him digest her precious waste. Finally, she stood up, her naked body glistening with sweat in the candlelight. "That's enough for now, my pet," she said with a satisfied smile. "Off to work you go, and think of me every time you feel that familiar urge in your bowels." As the door closed behind him, the slave made his way to the bathroom, relishing the taste of his mistress's morning shit still lingering on his tongue. He knew that this was not just any shit, it was Mistress April's shit, and he was privileged to partake in it. True to her word, his thoughts drifted back to her as he sat on the toilet, relieving himself of the day's stresses. He imagined her on that golden throne, her perfect ass rising and falling as she consumed yet another lavish meal, knowing that he would be there to clean up after her when she was done. Every push of his cock inside his own ass brought him closer to the moment when he would be reunited with his mistress and the warm, stinky remnants of her day.