Mistress Gaia - MISTRESS GAIA - TASTING DIARRHEA - HD

Mistress Gaia sat on her throne, oozing dominance and allure. Today, she had decided to indulge in a luxury that her loyal toilet slave had been denied for far too long - the comfort of her own toilet seat. The thought of having someone at her beck and call to empty her bowels whenever she pleased was a rush like no other. As she lit up a cigarette, the corners of her mouth turned up in satisfaction. She couldn't help but admire the sight of her toilet slave kneeling before her, head bowed low with anticipation. He knew what was expected of him; his purpose in life was to worship her every orifice and consume whatever she saw fit to expel. With a cruel glint in her eyes, Mistress Gaia lowered herself onto the warm, awaiting toilet seat. The rush of relief as she felt her full weight settling onto the seat washed over her, and she allowed herself a discreet grin. The scent of impending diarrhea filled the air as her asshole twitched, preparing to release its contents. Smoke curled up from her cigarette as she took another deep drag, savoring the taste of the tobacco. She felt the telltale warmth spreading through her bowels, signaling that it was time. With slow deliberation, she pushed her fatty, shiny turd out onto the cool porcelain, coating it liberally with thick, steaming piles of loose stool. "Taste my diarrhea, slave," she commanded in a low, husky voice. The slave's head shot up immediately, eyes wide with anticipation. "Taste every last drop. Then, swallow. All of it." Obediently, the slave leaned forward, tongue extended to meet the waiting turd. His eyes watered from the stinging heat as he licked away the excess water and reached down to scoop up the rest into his eagerly waiting mouth. Moaning in ecstasy, Mistress Gaia watched as he began to lick and chew, her scat falling like rain onto the floor around him. "Excellent work, slave," she praised, reaching down to run her fingers through his hair. "Now, clean up this mess before you rest." She took another long, slow drag on her cigarette, feeling refreshed once again. The slave scrambled to his feet, grabbing a rag and bucket to begin the arduous task of cleaning up his Mistress's mess. Mistress Gaia continued to sit on her throne, surveying her handiwork with satisfaction. The smell of shit and piss hung heavy in the air, but she found it intoxicating. As the slave worked, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of anticipation for her next bowel movement. After all, the smell of fresh diarrhea on the air was simply too alluring to resist.