SADISTRESS - The cruel Chinese Mist - The temptation of excrement 1

SADISTRESS - The cruel Chinese Mist The tantalizing scent of fresh feces filled the air as Sadistress, the Asian goddess, surveyed her helpless slave, kneeling before her. She was dressed in a stunning red Chinese cheongsam, accentuating her voluptuous curves and adding an air of menace to her presence. A pair of latex gloves adorned her hands, their elbows raised in a mocking gesture of dominance.

Slowly, she approached the trembling figure, her heels clicking on the cold stone floor. She reached down with one gloved hand and carefully parted the slave's lips, revealing a gaping maw eager for her filth. Her other hand promptly slipped beneath his buttocks, feeling the soft, warm flesh part around her gloved fingers.

"Now, then," she purred, her voice sending shivers of both pleasure and terror down the slave's spine. "Time for your afternoon treat."

With that, she began to push. The large, steaming turd she had produced earlier that day resisted slightly at first, but then began to slide slowly yet inexorably into the slave's gaping throat.

The slave gagged reflexively as the alien warmth filled his mouth, pressing against his tongue and teeth. He tried to pull away, but Sadistress's grip on his hair was unyielding. She cursed him under her breath, using a string of foul, derogatory terms before promptly pulling her hand away.

The excrement oozed from between the slave's lips, dripping down his chin like molten gold. It was a sight that would have turned most stomachs, but for Sadistress, it was a source of perverted delight. She approached the slave once more, this time grasping his chin firmly in one gloved hand.

"Open wider," she hissed. "Don't you want to taste every last bit of this delicious treat?"

As if in response to her command, the slave's throat opened wider, exposing his soft palate and the uvula dangling above. The smell of his own waste wafted up to him, making his eyes water and his nose twitch. He could feel his arousal growing once more, despite the disgusting circumstances.

Sadistress chuckled darkly, her mirth echoing through the dungeon-like chamber. She placed the gloved hand holding the turd atop the slave's head, pushing it down towards his open mouth. Its weight dislodged bits and pieces of the feces that had become wedged against his lips, sending them tumbling into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the small pieces of shit, cleaning them off as if he were savoring a delicacy.

And then she pushed the rest of the turd into his mouth. The slave gagged again, his cheeks hollowing out as he struggled to swallow the massive lump of excrement. He felt the glove expand in his mouth, pressing against his teeth and gums, but slowly, inexorably, it began to slide down his throat. With each passing second, the feeling of disgust gave way to one of arousal, and by the time the glove was barely more than halfway down his throat, he could feel himself becoming erect once more.

Sadistress removed the latex glove from her hand, dripping with fecal matter. She held it up for the slave to see, grinning maliciously at the look of longing on his face. "Still want more?" she purred.

The slave nodded eagerly, his gaze fixed on the glove. "Yes, Mistress," he murmured, his voice barely audible above the sounds of retching and gagging. "I need your filth, Mistress. I crave your shit."

Sadistress laughed again, the sound of cruel delight echoing through the chamber. "Such a good little toilet," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, let's see how much more you can take..."

With that, she began to feed the glove back into the slave's mouth, packing it tightly with her feces. As the glove filled with the warm, steaming turd, the slave's lips pulled back in a feral grimace, revealing his teeth. His erection throbbed in time with his heartbeat, leaking pre-cum onto the cold stone floor.

Slowly, methodically, Sadistress fed the slave her waste. He didn't know how much longer he could take it, but he knew he wouldn't be stopping anytime soon. The feeling of being filled with her shit was too exquisite, too addictive to resist. As the last bits of feces slipped down his throat, he felt himself cum hard, his body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm.

Sadistress removed the glove from his mouth, leaving him panting and spent on the floor. She watched him for a moment, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Tomorrow," she told him darkly, "you'll be ready for the next course." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving the slave to clean up the mess he'd made.

The end.