Mistress Gaia - MISTRESS GAIA - SLAVE, HERE IS YOUR SHIT - HD

Mistress Gaia gazed at the door anxiously, tapping her foot impatiently. Her eyes wandered over to the pile of shit on the floor, and a sadistic grin spread across her lips. "Slave, you ought to see what you're missing," she muttered under her breath.

The room was quiet, save for the subtle rustling of her latex catsuit and the sound of her heavy breathing. Her body tingled with anticipation; the thought of making a slave suffer while they longed for a taste of her excrement was enough to make her heart race.

She walked over to the pile of shit, kneeling down and running her fingers through it. It was warm and sticky, and the sickeningly sweet aroma made her nostrils flare. "Oh yes," she purred. "You will be so lucky when you finally get your hands on this."

Feeling her need to evacuate her bowels growing stronger, Mistress Gaia moved towards the toilet. She positioned herself over the bowl, closing her eyes as she prepared herself for the deluge to come. The warmth spreading through her body was almost overwhelming; she couldn't wait for the relief that came with emptying her bowels.

Her eyes widened as her anus clenched, and then relaxed, sending a wave of nauseating heat washing over her. She gripped the sides of the toilet bowl, leaning forward as she grunted with effort. The rhythmic slapping of her ass cheeks against the cool porcelain was the only sound in the room.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she released the turd that had been causing her so much distress. It plummeted into the water below, but she didn't have time to catch her breath before another spasm wracked her body. She ignored the growing pile of shit in the toilet, focusing solely on emptying her bowels.

When she was finally satisfied, Mistress Gaia stood up, her legs trembling slightly. She moved back to the pile of shit on the floor, her eyes gleaming with delight. Without hesitation, she scooped up a handful of the warm, steaming feces and pressed it to her nose, breathing in deeply.

She moaned softly, her hands clutching the filthy lump as if it were a precious jewel. "Oh yes," she murmured. "The scent, the feel..." Her voice trailed off as she was overwhelmed by sensation. "This is why I do it."

Mistress Gaia turned away from the pile of shit and walked back towards the toilet, her hips swaying sensually. She flushed the toilet, watching as the water turned an ugly shade of brown, and then she turned off the bathroom light. "Soon enough, slave," she whispered, her voice both threatening and seductive. "Soon you will get your turn."

As she left the room, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. It wasn't the same without a slave there to witness her shame, but she knew that the anticipation was half the fun. Besides, she reasoned with a smirk, there was always next time. Until then, she had her beloved shit to keep her company.