Mistress Isabella gazed down upon the trembling male slave in front of her. His eyes widened in fear as she lifted her skirt revealing the filthy mess beneath. It was a mixture of human waste, dirt, and God knows what else. She watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he struggled to contain his gag reflex.
""You are about to taste my excrement. Every. Fucking. Bite."" she hissed, her voice dripping with cruelty. The anticipation was almost too much for her. She couldn't wait to see the look of utter disgust on his face mixed with the desperation to please her.
Slowly, she lowered her bare ass down towards his face. He closed his eyes but it was too late; the putrid stench assaulted his senses. With great effort, he forced his eyes open and stared at the object of his revulsion. Teary-eyed, he began to tongue-kiss the gaping hole where her asshole had been moments ago.
Mistress Isabella moaned in pleasure as she felt his warm tongue against her anus, lapping up every drop of sweat and shit that coated it. She reached down with one hand and pushed his head further into the filth, grinding her hips against his face. With her other hand, she relieved herself into a toilet bowl nearby, creating a new stream of feces for him to consume.
"Swallow it all," she commanded, her voice even huskier than before. The slave closed his eyes again, trying to block out the sight of his Mistress's ass and the smell of her feces as he forced himself to swallow the disgusting mixture. He continued to lick and kiss every inch of her exposed anus, determined to please her despite the revolting task at hand.
After what felt like an eternity, Mistress Isabella finally pulled away. She watched with sadistic satisfaction as the slave struggled to catch his breath, his face and tongue covered in a thick layer of her excrement. She stood up, still naked from the waist down, and strutted over to the mirror.
"Look at yourself," she said, her voice now laced with amusement. The slave replied with a groan, his face turning an even deeper shade of green as he caught sight of himself in the mirror. There was no mistaking what he had just done - he had just eaten his Mistress's shit.
Mistress Isabella laughed heartily, her naked body shaking with mirth. She walked over to the slave and stood above him, her breasts hovering just above his face. "From now on, you will do anything I say, no matter how disgusting or humiliating. Do you understand?"
His reply was a barely audible, "Yes, Mistress." Mistress Isabella smirked and tilted her head, allowing a single strand of saliva to drip down onto his face. "Good boy," she purred, her voice dripping with condescension. With that, she turned around and walked away, leaving the repulsed yet submissive slave to his own thoughts.
