SADISTRESS - The cruel Chinese Mist - Delicious feces

It was a warm summer day in the bustling city of Shanghai, and the slave was already melting under the relentless sun. His mistress, the Sadistress Chinese Mist, had ordered him to find a place where he could enjoy the taste of her exquisite feces. The slave's stomach growled with anticipation as he scoured the busy streets, searching for the perfect spot.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, he found a small café tucked away in an alleyway. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and pastries wafted out onto the street, but the slave was drawn to another scent emanating from within. He pushed open the door and walked hesitantly inside.

The café was sparsely populated, with only a few customers enjoying their meals. Most of them were oblivious to the presence of the slave, who stood by the toilet bowl, his gaze fixated on it. On the seat was a small piece of paper with three words written on it: "Lick it clean."

The slave's heart raced as he approached the toilet bowl. He gingerly placed his tongue on the cold porcelain surface, tasting the remnants of his mistress's feces. It was divine - sweet, salty, and undeniably arousing. He lapped up the remaining drops eagerly, moaning softly in pleasure.

Suddenly, a beam of golden sunlight broke through the clouds, illuminating the café. Startled, the patrons looked up from their food to see the slave kneeling before the toilet bowl, his tongue still attached to it. They gasped in shock and horror, but none could look away from the sight before them. The slave, oblivious to their gaze, continued to worship his mistress's excrement, savoring every last morsel.

The Sadistress Chinese Mist watched with a sense of satisfaction as her slave performed his filthy act. She watched as he lapped up the taste of her waste like a starved animal, hungry for more. And like always, she knew he would receive his just deserts once she was finished with him.

The slaves sense of smell was heightened. He could smell the fear coming off his fellow café customers. He didn't care, all he craved was more of the devilishly delicious shit. His mouth watered as he thought of what awaited him back at her temple, he knew it was going to be a feast for the senses.

As the slave finished his task, he looked up to find that everyone in the café had left, leaving him alone to savor the taste of his mistress's feces. He placed his tongue back on the cold porcelain surface, his heart filled with both desire and dread. For although he was satisfied now, he knew that the punishment for his indulgence would be severe. And he couldn't wait for it to begin.

Deliciously addicted, the slave crawled back to his mistress, ready to face whatever torture she had in store for him. For in his warped mind, there was no greater pleasure than the taste of her exquisite waste. And so, he would endure any pain, any humiliation, just to feel it against his tongue once more.