Sweet Betty Parlour - And these are my desires?

Your eyes flutter open, the room spinning slightly before settling into focus. You're lying on a plush chaise lounge, dressed in an elegant corset and stockings, your thighs spread invitingly. The room around you is dimly lit, candlelight flickering across the walls, casting shadows that dance like spirits. You try to sit up, but your arms are held down by something heavy – leather straps buckled tightly around your wrists and ankles. Panic wells up in your throat as you struggle against your bonds, but the leather is too strong. You feel wetness between your legs, and the realization hits you hard: You are bound here by your own desires. You turn your head to see Sweet Betty Parlour herself standing over you, eyes glinting with mischief. "Do not worry, dear guest," she muses, her voice like honey. "All of this is to indulge your darkest fantasies." She steps back, revealing a glorious sight: a table laden with delicacies fit for a queen – or rather, a queen of shit. There are freshly baked cookies, cheesecake slices, and ripe fruit arranged meticulously. Yet there's something off about it all – something naughty and taboo. Slowly, your eyes drift down to the bowl in the center of the table. It's filled with a warm, glistening substance – human shit. Nausea rises in your throat, but there's an undeniable pull towards it, too. Your nostrils flare involuntarily as you catch a whiff of the intoxicating aroma wafting from the bowl. "Go on," Sweet Betty coaxes. "You know what you want." With trembling hands, you reach out and plunge your face into the bowl. Hot, sticky shit coats your skin, floods your mouth, and fills your lungs. You groan in pleasure as you taste the tart coffee flavor mixed with the warmth of fresh human waste. Sweet Betty chuckles, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "That's it," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "Now you're truly mine." She lifts you up, body gliding against hers, and presses your face into the table. The cold, hard surface meets your skin, but you don't care. All you can think about is the sensation of her warm shit coating your face, the taste of it filling your mouth. And as you feel her fingers digging into your ass, spreading your cheeks wide, the realization hits you: you've never wanted anything more. Sweet Betty Parlour is your mistress now, and all of your desires will be fulfilled – no matter how dark, how taboo. And in her twisted and wonderful world, you can indulge in the most depraved pleasures that the human mind can imagine.