Pastel Goddess - POV Eat My Shit After the Club

Sitting at the edge of your seat, you can't contain your excitement as you gaze longingly at the doorway. The anticipation of feeling my thick, supple asshole on your tongue is driving you to despair. How much longer must you wait for your mistress, Pastel Goddess? Your mind wanders off into fantasies of me filling my colon with the most delicious foods, just for you. You know that if you were lucky enough to be with me right now, I would unload my heavy burden onto your eager tongue, giving you the treat you so desperately crave. Just when you think you can't take it any longer, a soft knock echoes through the room. With shaking hands, you rise from your spot and slowly make your way towards the entrance. Your heart picks up pace as you reach the door and open it, revealing none other than Pastel Goddess herself. She waves at you casually before sauntering inside, looking gorgeous as ever in her tight-fitting dress that accentuates every curve of her voluptuous body. "Have you missed me, dear toilet?" she purred, her voice irresistible. You can barely form a coherent answer but manage to nod vigorously, desperate to please her. It's obvious to her that you have as she steps closer and places a meaty hand on your chest. "I see how anxious you are," she teased, running her thumb over your nipple causing it to harden beneath her touch. "Well, do you want to see what I have for you?" Smiling, she pushed you gently towards the dining room table where a steaming hot bowl of, well - something - waited. As you slowly approach the table, eyes transfixed on the bowl of what could only be described as an exquisite blend of flavors, you can't help but feel a mixture of lust and excitement. This was your mistress's shit, after all - the thing you've been yearning for all night long. "Go on," she commanded, watching your every move from behind. "Eat it up." You didn't need to be told twice. Kneeling down in front of the bowl, you take a tentative sniff before diving in headfirst. Your tongue dances around the strange yet familiar texture, savoring every bite as it slides down your throat. With each spoonful, you feel more and more connected to your mistress, relishing in the fact that you're her personal toilet. And then it hits you - the realization that you are indeed a toilet, existing solely for the pleasure of eating your mistress's shit. It's both humiliating and arousing at the same time, an experience that leaves you feeling both dirty and pure all at once. "My, aren't you a good little toilet?" she purred, slowly making her way towards you. You looked up at her, fear and excitement warring inside of you as she approached your bowl. "I must say, I'm quite impressed. You've come such a long way since I first claimed you." Her words sent shivers down your spine as she crouched down in front of you and spread her cheeks wide open. There it was - the source of all your pleasure, the gateway to true ecstasy. You couldn't believe your luck as you leaned in closer, ready to clean up any remaining residue from her ass. As you begin to lap at her eager asshole, you can't help but feel a sense of belonging. This was your purpose, your reason for existing. And even though it might seem degrading to some, it filled you with a sense of pride knowing that you were serving your mistress in the most intimate way possible. By the time she was finished, your mouth was coated in a sticky layer of her delicious shit. With a satisfied smile, she stood up and turned around, giving you a clear view of her perfect ass. "That's my good boy," she purred, smacking your cheek gently. "Now, go ahead and eat it off the floor. It's all for you." And so you did. Kneeling on the cold hardwood floor, you lean into the pile of shit, savoring every last drop. As you look up at your mistress, feelings of both gratitude and disgust wash over you. But you don't care. This is your life now, and you wouldn't have it any other way.