Mistress Gaia - MISTRESS GAIA - PERFECT SHIT - mobile version

My subordinate lay before me, his face contorted into a mix of excitement and fear. He had been trained well - he knew what was coming next. As I stood above him, I couldn't help but admire the sight of his naked body, covered in a fine sheen of sweat as he anticipated the filth I was about to unleash upon him.

I smiled down at him, my heart racing with anticipation. This was always my favorite part - the moment before I relieved myself on my unwilling slave. It was a power trip like no other, knowing that I held the fate of his body in my hands, that I could reduce him to a filthy, cum-drenched, shit-covered mess at my whim.

Slowly, I began to undress, my gaze never leaving his eyes. As I did so, my mind wandered to the days when I first discovered my love for shit - and how I'd found my perfect little toy in this pathetic creature before me.

I reached into my panties and began to finger myself, letting out a moan of pleasure as I felt my wetness spread across my thighs. The slave's eyes widened as he saw what I was doing, a mixture of shock and arousal flashing in their depths. He knew what was coming next - how I always got myself wet before I used him as my personal toilet bowl.

Finally, I stood before him, naked and gloriously dirty. I felt powerful, invincible - like a goddess of filth, ready to bestow my dark gifts upon my loyal subject. Without a word, I knelt down and lowered his head to my crotch, letting out a long, low moan as I felt his hot breath against my sopping wet folds.

I pushed his head down, forcing his face into the exposed cleft of my ass, letting him know who was in control here. Slowly, I began to push my dirty fingers into his mouth, testing the limits of his filthiness. Would he be able to handle the unimaginable amount of shit I was about to unload upon him? Or would he choke on it like a pathetic little puke?

I watched intently as he struggled to keep my fingers inside his mouth, his eyes darting between mine and the growing mountain of shit piled high in front of us. He knew what was coming, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. I smiled cruelly, reveling in his helplessness.

Finally, I stood up, my ass still hovering temptingly above his face. With one last look of pure malice, I pushed down my panties and let loose a torrent of hot, steaming shit directly into his waiting mouth. It was a mountain of shit, more than he had ever attempted to eat before - but he knew there was no choice but to try.

As he struggled to keep my shit inside his mouth, his face contorted in disgust and horror. I laughed aloud, enjoying the sight of him being forced to consume my filth. I watched as he slowly began to swallow, his throat working convulsively as he forced himself to choke down my disgusting gift. He was my perfect slave - dedicated to my every whim, no matter how depraved or disgusting they might be.

Satisfied, I pulled my panties back up and stood over him, admiring my handiwork. He lay there, covered head to toe in his own filth and mine, whimpering softly as he tried to catch his breath. I reached down and roughly shoved a finger into his mouth, checking for any remaining traces of my shit. When I was satisfied that he had eaten every last bite, I stood up and walked away, leaving him there to clean himself up as best he could.

I knew he would do it, of course - he was my slave, after all. But there was something about the sight of him, covered in his own filth and mine, that got me every time. It was the ultimate expression of my power over him - and a reminder of just how lucky he was to be allowed to serve me in this way.