Mistress Gaia - MISTRESS GAIA - ARE YOU SURE, SLAVE? - HD

Mistress Gaia, are you sure? asked the slave nervously, his heart racing in anticipation of her response. The thought of being used as her personal toilet was both terrifying and arousing him beyond measure. He knew that this was a moment of truth, one that could define their relationship forever. Mistress Gaia looked down at the slave with a mixture of amusement and contempt. "SLAVE," she thundered, "Do you really think I would ask if I wasn't sure?" She tossed her head back, exposing the ripe, plump flesh of her ass, and let out a long, low moan. "Yes, SLAVE, I am very sure. It's time for you to start eating my divine shit." Her words sent a shiver of excitement down the slave's spine. As he knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the pile of fresh shit she'd made just for him, he could feel his cock starting to throb in anticipation. He knew that this was what he was born to do—to serve at the goddess's altar, to worship her every inch of perfect flesh, and to clean her with his tongue after she'd used him as her toilet. "But Mistress," he stammered, his voice trembling with fear and desire, "how much would you like me to clean with my tongue today?" Mistress Gaia chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that shook the very foundations of the room they were in. "Oh, SLAVE," she purred, running a long, slender finger through the warm, soft mass of her shit, "How about we start with this pile? And after that, you can lick my ass clean from front to back." Without further warning, she shifted her weight slightly, leaning back against the heap of feces she'd made. "Now, SLAVE," she commanded, her voice stern but laced with underlying pleasure at his supplication, "GET TO WORK. EAT MY SHIT, BECOME MY TOILET, AND WORSHIP MY PERFECTION." The slave bowed his head in submission, his lips parting eagerly as he lowered his face into the first mouthful of his Mistress's divine excrement. He savored the taste, the warmth, the intoxicating scent of her shit as it filled his nostrils and made him light-headed with pleasure. He couldn't wait to feel her powerful ass muscles clench around his face, to feel her hot, sticky piss dripping down his throat as he lapped up the last bit of her nourishing waste. As he began to eat, he felt a surge of power coursing through his veins. He was her toilet, her plaything, her willing slave. And as he opened wide, preparing for the moment when she would fill his mouth with her most intimate of secrets, he knew that he'd never been happier in his life.