MISTRESS ISABELLA - Pov 496 POO OUTDOOR By Mistress Isabella

The thought of her dogs unwittingly playing in her waste sends a thrill down Mistress Isabella's spine. She kneels down to inspect the fresh poop more closely, getting lost in the sight of it. Her fingers glide over the soft, warm texture, feeling the warmth radiate from within. The pungent smell of excrement fills the air, but to Mistress Isabella, it's the aroma of ultimate power. With a sigh of satisfaction, she decides to indulge her urges.

Moving towards the trees, she spots an unsuspecting squirrel busying itself gathering acorns. With a snap of her fingers, the squirrel looks up, its eyes wide with confusion. Mistress Isabella walks over to it, her heels clicking against the ground. In one swift motion, she cups her hand under the squirrel's tail and plunges her finger into its anus. The squirrel lets out a squeak of discomfort, but Mistress Isabella pays it no mind.

She relishes in the feel of the warm, furry flesh around her fingers as she digs into the squirrel's anus, feeling for any trace of fecal matter. Satisfied, she retrieves her hand and inspects her fingers. There, glistening in the sunlight, is a small pebble of feces. She raises it to her nose, savoring the musty, earthy smell that wafts up to her. Her mouth waters in anticipation of what's to come.

Mistress Isabella makes her way back to the spot where her dogs left their calling card. She moves delicately, aware that stepping in dog shit could diminish the experience. She kneels down, positioning herself perfectly over the largest turd. With a mischievous smile, she slowly lowers herself onto it, feeling the soft yet solid mass envelop her. A moan of pleasure escapes her lips as she subtly grinds her hips, getting lost in the sensation.

As she rides the turd, Mistress Isabella can't help but imagine the power she holds over her unsuspecting prey. She pictures their humiliation and embarrassment as they find out who's been playing with their shit. The thought only serves to intensify her pleasure. With a loud cry of ecstasy, Mistress Isabella comes hard, grinding herself against the dog turd until the last drops of pleasure are squeezed from her body.

Exhilarated and satisfied, Mistress Isabella stands up, looking out over her garden. In the distance, she can hear the squirrel scurrying away, no doubt going to clean itself up after its unfortunate encounter with her. She smiles to herself, knowing that she holds all the power in this game of fecal cat and mouse. And she relishes every moment of it.