Mistress Gaia - MISTRESS GAIA - DOUBLE RATION - HD

Mistress Gaia reclines on her luxurious sofa, a regal air about her as she awaits your arrival. Your anticipation is palpable as you cross the threshold, your eyes drawn irresistibly to the large glass container in which she has deposited not one but two steaming piles of freshly-made shit. It takes everything in you not to dive in headfirst as you watch her shift her position on the sofa, seemingly oblivious to your desire. "Ah, there you are," she finally addresses you, her voice like silk coating your ears. "Welcome, my dear." She pauses, her gaze fixed on you as if she can see straight through to your heart. "I was thinking," she continues in that same seductive tone, "that today might be a good day for some double rations." Her eyes gleam with mischief as she pushes herself off the sofa and strides purposefully towards the entrance. With the barest hint of a smile, she stoops down to wipe her shoes on the doormat before returning to her previous position. The sight of her rounded ass and long, toned legs barely contained within her clingy dress is almost too much to bear. "Now," she says, regaining her composure, "where were we?" She extends a beckoning finger towards the container, and you can't help but obey its silent command. Kneeling before her, you turn your attention to the enormous pile of your mistress's shit, feeling its warmth against your skin as you reach out tentatively. "That's it, my pet," she encourages you, her voice low and sultry in your ear. "Don't be shy now." With a swift movement, she parts her legs, giving you a clear view of her gaping asshole from which the first pile of shit emerged just moments before. You can almost taste the nutty, earthy flavor of her feces as you reach out and scoop up a healthy portion, letting it settle on your tongue before swallowing with a satisfying gulp. "That's a good boy," she purrs, running a hand through your hair. "Now, why don't you try the other pile?" Without asking, you reach for the second heap, its texture different but no less tantalizing than the first. You close your eyes, savoring the taste as it explodes on your tongue, the warmth spreading deep down in your belly. "Mmm," she hums, her fingers trailing lightly over your cheek. "You always were a quick learner, weren't you? Now, finish up and come here." Obediently, you return to her side, feeling her warm breath against your neck as she presses her body against yours. "That's my good little shit-eater," she whispers, running her tongue along the line of your jaw before pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. With a satisfied smile, she turns away from you, picking up a remote control and settling back into her seat on the sofa. "Now that we've got that out of the way," she begins, "why don't you tell me what else you've been up to?" Her tone is light, but there's a note of concern in her voice that you can't quite place. As you tell her everything, you can't help but wonder what other surprises she has in store for you. The thought of finding out sends shivers down your spine, and you can't help but hope that there will be many more double ration days in the future.