Mistress Mystique - Quarantine Shit

As the days stretched on in quarantine, Mistress Mystique found herself quite taken aback by a newfound urge. Her bowel movements had become as predictable as the turning of the tides, her asshole yearning to be emptied like clockwork. It was almost as if her body knew the power it had over her poor submissive, trapped under her heel with nowhere to go but into their eagerly awaiting mouth. Each day, Mistress would wake up to the same routine: a long, steamy shower to cleanse her body both inside and out, followed by a decadent breakfast that she knew would only fuel her next messy creation. Little did her submissive know that today's meal would be a special treat, one that would undoubtedly leave their face covered in a thick, warm layer of her poo.

Wearing nothing but her favorite pair of lacy black panties and a devilish smile, Mistress Mystique made her way into the kitchen. She knew that this was the moment her submissive had been waiting for, the moment their mouth would be filled with her warm shit. With a devious smirk, she gorged herself on a feast of pastries and rich, creamy treats, savoring every last bite. As she felt her insides filled to the brim with decadence, she knew it was time. Making her way over to the wine fridge, she selected a bottle of fine champagne and popped the cork. "This one's for you, my dear," she whispered, taking a slow sip as she felt the bubbles tickle their way down her throat.

With a deep breath, she turned around and bent over slightly, presenting her awaiting submissive with a view they could only dream of. Her perfect ass, round and firm, was just begging to be consumed. Slowly, she spread her cheeks apart, revealing the warm, inviting entrance to her anus. "Now's your chance," she purred, watching as their tongue darted out of their mouth like a starving animal.

Mistress Mystique let out a soft moan as she felt the roughness of their tongue against her tight opening. "That's it," she cooed, relishing in the feeling of being prepared for her shit. As she stood up straight, gravity taking hold of her heavy belly, she knew it was time to let loose. With a deep growl, she let out a torrent of hot, steaming shit directly into her submissive's waiting mouth. They lapped it up eagerly, cleaning every last drop off her ass and off the floor beneath her.

Mistress Mystique stood there, surveying her handiwork with a satisfied smile. "What do you think?" she asked, revelling in the sweet stench of her shit that filled the air. Her submissive, their face covered in her filth, looked up at her with nothing but adoration in their eyes. "You are truly a goddess, mistress," they murmured as they leaned in for another taste. And so the cycle continued, day after day, as Mistress Mystique used her newfound power to control both her submissive and her bowels during this uncertain time of quarantine.

Wrapping her arms around her submissive's neck, she pulled them in for a messy kiss. The taste of her own shit mixed with theirs as they stood there, reveling in the dirty bliss that only she could provide.