Mistress Gaia - MISTRESS GAIA - YOU MUST EAT ALL MY SHIT - mobile version

As Mistress Gaia approached her toilet-slave, her gaze bore into his eyes, daring him to defy her. She was adorned in a luxurious silk robe, a slight breeze causing it to flow behind her, revealing just enough of her curves to tease and taunt. Shit coiled in her bowels, a thick, foul mass that had been building up for hours. Her need to empty herself was immense, but she took dark delight in forcing her toilet-slave to partake in her filth.

Without further ado, she lowered her heavily-draped bottom to meet the slave's lips, her anus towering before him. Laid bare and covered in a fine sheen of sweat, it was a sight to behold. A bead of saliva formed on the slave's lower lip, anticipation coursing through his veins. Mistress Gaia chuckled darkly, her breath sour with the stench of her own feces. She knew he was eager, hungry for her shit.

With almost reverent slowness, she lowered her ass-cheeks, revealing the gaping maw of her asshole. A cloud of noxious fumes billowed out, enveloping both of them in a nasty stench. A bead of her shit hung precariously on the edge, dripping down towards her slave's tongue. It was pearlescent in the dim light, glistening with potential filth and decay.

Speaking for the first time since entering the scene, Mistress Gaia issued her command. "You must eat it all, toilet-slave. Every last morsel. And when you are done, you will clean me. After today's feast, I am sure there will be ample evidence of our toilet tryst." Her eyes danced with wicked excitement at the prospect of her slave's discomfort.

The slave nodded eagerly, his own gaze locked onto the ropey mass that hung before him. Fuck, he thought, this is going to be intense. With trembling hands, he gingerly reached out towards his Mistress' ass, his tongue unfurling reluctantly from his lips. Slowly, hesitantly, he extended it towards the shitting bowl, ready to take on the challenge she had set before him.

Mistress Gaia watched, her breath catching in anticipation. She knew he faced a monumental task, but she also knew that he would not disappoint her. As the first morsel touched his tongue, he gagged, the acrid taste assaulting his senses. With a deep breath, he began to swallow, forcing the salty glob of shit down his throat. It was revolting, disgusting, but also oddly addictive.

She watched in fascination as he worked his way through the first layer, his cheeks hollowing and his eyes rolling back in his head with each pungent mouthful. Her shit coated his tongue like velvet, sliding down his throat in thick, viscous strands. Soon enough, there was only a small pile remaining, glistening in the dim light. With a nod from his Mistress, he scooped up the final morsels, eager to please her.

Satisfied that her toilet-slave had performed well, Mistress Gaia allowed him a few moments to catch his breath. He lay half-submerged in her filth, panting heavily as he struggled to forget the taste that continued to linger on his tongue. She smiled, realizing that he would always long for more of her shit, no matter how much he denied it deep down.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she rose from the toilet, her perfect form lithe and powerful in the low light. With a nod of her head, she indicated that he should clean up after her. The slave rose hesitantly, his eyes never leaving hers. With trembling hands, he retrieved a toothbrush from his mistress' vanity table, grimacing at the thought of what it might encounter next.

Carefully kneeling behind her, he applied some toothpaste to the bristles and began to work it between her cheeks. As he brushed away the last vestiges of her shit, he tried not to gag on the putrid smell that still lingered in the air. When he was finished, he was left with a sense of both satisfaction and disgust, wondering when his Mistress would call upon him again for another taste of her perverse pleasure.

As the slave completed his task, Mistress Gaia turned to face him once more. She smiled widely, her teeth glistening white against her suntanned skin. "That was excellent, toilet-slave," she purred. "You have pleased me greatly today. Now go and clean yourself off, for there will be others waiting for their turn with my ass." She laughed darkly, knowing that the thought of another man or woman enjoying what she had just deposited into his mouth would be enough to send him racing for the shower, eager to wash away the remnants of her filth.