Mistress Misia - Panic in the woods!

Mistress Misia loved spending her mornings running through the lush, green woods. The peaceful serenity and fresh air were a welcome change from the chaos of her daily life. Today, however, was different. As she pushed herself farther and faster, her stomach began to churn uncomfortably. "Oh no," she thought to herself, "not now." Her mind raced as she tried to figure out what could be causing this sudden stomachache. Before she knew it, the urge was too strong to ignore. Frantically searching for a quiet, discreet spot, she burst through the foliage, her eyes desperate for a place to hide. In a hidden clearing, she finally found a place to relieve herself - a soft, mossy patch of ground. But as she lowered her tight yoga pants and began to push, she realized she wasn't alone. There, in the shadowy recesses of the clearing, was a man. A peeping tom. Misia's heart leapt into her throat as she finished her business and hastily tried to pull her pants back up. But the man moved faster, stepping out into the light. She recognized him immediately - one of her long-time admirers from the fetish club she occasionally visited. "Master," he breathed, his eyes already feasting on the sight of her messy ass. "Please... may I have the honor of tasting your divine shit?" Misia's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal. This wasn't the first time she'd encountered someone with a scat fetish, but the whole situation still made her feel both dirty and strangely exhilarated. She hesitated only a moment before nodding slowly. "Very well, if that's what you truly desire," she whispered, her voice shaking with anticipation. "But know this - I'm in charge here. You will do as I say, or you will leave this clearing with nothing but regret." And so it began. Misia knelt in the dirt, her ass hovering invitingly above a small pile of freshly-deposited feces. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Go on," she purred, "taste it." Without further urging, the man sunk to his knees before her, his tongue flicking out to taste the salty, musky flavor of her semen-soaked shit. Misia moaned softly, her fingers digging into the dirt around her as she watched him worshipping her ass. "That's it," she breathed, "lick me clean." Slowly, he worked his way up her sore, aching asshole, lapping at the last traces of her shit as he did so. Finally, he looked up at her, his face twisted in hope and desire. "May I have more?" he begged, "Please, Mistress." Misia smiled, her heart fluttering with excitement. "We'll see," she said mysteriously, rising to her feet. "Until next time, my little toilet slave." And with that, she turned and disappeared back into the woods, leaving him alone with his thoughts and his dark desires.