Jessie's eyes widened in surprise as she looked down at the small slave kneeling before her. The poor thing's face was flushed with embarrassment, tears trickling down its cheeks as it stared up at her with pleading eyes. Jessie had just finished relieving herself on the floor of her lavish bathroom when she realized that there was someone she could make use of.
"You like this, don't you?" she purred, her voice dripping with malice. "You're just dying to taste my shit, aren't you?" She ignored the whimpers coming from below as she casually wiped her ass with a plush towel, the smell of her feces wafting through the air.
The slave nodded frantically, tears streaming down its face. It was desperate for her attention, desperate to please her. Jessie smirked, slowly lowering herself down onto the small slave's head. The warm, wet mess oozing down its throat made the slave gag, but it refused to push her away. It was used to being rejected, used to being treated like trash. At least this way, it had a purpose...
As Jessie began to move, her hips grinding against the slave's face, she noticed a strange satisfaction in the way it writhed beneath her. The soft sounds of pleasure that escaped its lips only made her want to shit on it more. The smell of her excrement filled the air, making her lightheaded with anticipation. She leaned forward, her breasts grazing against the slave's shoulders as she grinned down at him.
"Tell me," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Do you love shitting on me?" The slave nodded slowly, uncertain if it was truly allowed to voice its darkest desires. "Say it," she commanded, her voice growing stern. "Do you want me to shit on you?"
Finally, the slave found its voice. "Yes, Mistress. I love it when you shit on me." Jessie's heart thrummed with excitement at the slave's confession. She tightened her grip on its hair, pulling it closer to her as she let loose another torrent of feces. This time, she relished in the feeling of the warm liquid coating the slave's face and filling its mouth.
The slave's eyes rolled back in its head as it tasted her shit, savoring every last drop. It closed its eyes, breathing in the scent as if it were the most precious perfume in the world. Jessie leaned back, smirking down at the slave as it drank her in.
"That's a good boy," she purred, stroking the slave's cheek with the back of her hand. "Now clean me up." The slave nodded gratefully, eager to please her once more. As it licked her clean, Jessie knew that this was a relationship unlike any other. It was one built on filth and degradation, but it was theirs. And for now, that was all that mattered.
