MISTRESS ISABELLA - 478 SHITTING &PISSING ON YOUR FACE By Mistress Isabella

As I sit on my gold-plated throne, my eyes scan the pathetic creature kneeling before me. You, my dear slave, have been nothing but faithful in your servitude to me. So faithful, in fact, that today I've decided to reward you by letting you experience my most intimate act – shitting and pissing directly onto your face. My azure silk dress swirls around my legs as I lean forward and spread my ass cheeks, revealing my perfectly formed rosebud anus. It's glistening with moisture, eagerly anticipating the weight of my shit. "Are you ready, slave?" I ask, my voice dripping with honey and cruelty. "Because I certainly am." Without waiting for your response, I begin to push. The head of my cock presses against your lips, and I feel the warm, wet suction that tells me you've suckled it before. My cock twitches in anticipation, and I take comfort in the fact that this is a moment that you've dreamt of since the first time you saw me. I pause, savoring the moment before I release the storm. I pull back, and you moan, realizing what's about to happen. Then, with a force that sends shockwaves through your body, I unleash a torrent of piss onto your face. It drenches you instantly, and you open your mouth to catch some of the streams, desperate for any taste of me. Finally, satisfied with your submission, I slide my ass down until the crown of my ass meets your waiting tongue. You begin to lick and nuzzle, lapping up the mixture of saliva, piss, and your own drool like a thirsty beast. "That's a good slave," I murmur, leaning back into you. "Now, maybe you're ready for my real gift." My asshole pulses once again, this time more insistently, and I slide onto your cock. You scream in pleasure as the head of my cock disappears into your throat, stretching your ass and making you feel full. For a moment, you're stuck in blissful disbelief, wondering how a goddess like me could ever be inside of you. But then I begin to move, fucking your face like a doll. You suck on my clit, teasing it with every flick of your tongue, while your own cock throbs in anticipation of coming. I know that you want this, slave. Deep down, you want my shit and piss, and now you want my cum as well. I reach down and grab a handful of your hair, pulling your head back as I start to climax. My body trembles, and I feel my asshole tightening around your cock. "I'm cumming, slave," I grunt. "Drink it all in." With that, I unload my hot, creamy cum down your throat, filling you to the brim. And just as you're about to explode, I push one last time, sending a stream of hot liquid shit splattering against your face. "Tell me," I whisper, gazing down at you with cruel eyes. "Do you feel like a real slave now?" You nod, tears streaming down your face from the mixture of pleasure and shame. "Good boy," I purse my lips, tasting the remnants of our session. "Now clean yourself up, and don't forget to thank me." As you lick your lips and clean away the last traces of our intimacy, you vow that this will never end - that you'll always be there for me, ready to taste my shit and piss, and pleased to do so.