Pastel Goddess - Explosive Poop After Sweaty Workout

After working up a sweat at the gym, Pastel Goddess is feeling particularly gross and knows just what to do to unwind. She has a strange fetish for relieving herself in front of others - especially her loyal slave. As she walks home, the thought of him anxiously awaiting her arrival fills her with excitement. Upon reaching her home, she can't wait to get out of her sticky, smelly clothes and release her unwanted load onto his face.

Pastel Goddess struts confidently into her room, her ass swaying slightly as she moves. She orders her slave to lie down on the ground and prepares to take pleasure in his discomfort. She grins maliciously as she feels a heavy weight forming in her bowels - this is going to be one explosive dump!

Releasing a deep sigh of relief, Pastel Goddess unloads a stream of toxic waste directly onto her slave's unsuspecting face. The smell is overpowering - a mixture of sweat, excrement, and urine. The sight is equally as revolting; chunks of undigested food and shards of undissolved rock salt from her pre-workout shake pile onto his face. It's disgusting and yet, strangely arousing for both parties involved.

Pastel Goddess takes pleasure in taunting her slave, calling him a "lucky" beggar for being blessed with such a "unique" form of attention. With each passing moment, more weight is added to his burden as she continues to fill his mouth with her filth. By the time she's finished, there's barely any room for him to breathe! She steps away, satisfied with her handiwork, and takes a moment to admire her creation from a distance using a digital camera.

As she makes her way towards cleaning herself up, Pastel Goddess pauses to once again gloat over her slave's misfortune. He's covered in a thick layer of her excrement, piss and sweat – it's truly a private collection of her most intimate moments. She can't help but chuckle at the thought of how grateful he must be for such a display of dominance. With one last look of triumph, she leaves him there to slowly succumb to the stench and taste of her waste.

Feeling refreshed after her shower, Pastel Goddess returns to find that her slave has managed to crawl away from the scene of his torment. He's lying on the floor, whimpering softly and desperately trying to clean himself up. She approaches him slowly, smirking as she takes in the pathetic sight before her. "You're welcome," she says mockingly, offering him a dirty rag to clean himself with.

With a satisfied smile, Pastel Goddess turns her attention back to the task at hand – planning her next session of humiliation and degradation for her loyal slave. She spends the rest of the day dreaming up new ways to make him suffer and savoring the memories of their most recent encounter. The thought of being able to control someone so completely, even to the point of making them eat their own shit, fills her with an indescribable sense of power and satisfaction.

As night falls, Pastel Goddess retires to her comfortable bed, knowing that tomorrow will bring another opportunity for her and her slave to explore the depths of their twisted fantasies together. She drifts off to sleep, her dreams filled with images of dirty faces, steaming piles of shit, and the ever-present smell of her slave's unwilling submission.