MISTRESS ISABELLA - 048.2: Rospos Scat
Mistress Isabella sat across from her slave, Rospos. He was kneeling on the cold, hardwood floor of her opulent chambers, his head bowed low in submission. She had ordered him to remove his filthy clothes, leaving him naked and vulnerable before her. The smell of his body was repulsive, but not as much as the sight of his wrinkled, pale ass cheeks stained with feces and urine. It was time for him to take the next step in proving his devotion to her.
Without warning, Mistress Isabella lifted her gown, revealing her smooth, perfect behind. Her asshole glistened with moisture, waiting to be filled. She turned to Rospos, her dark eyes full of menace. "You are not worthy of touching this exquisite body," she hissed. "Only my waste should touch you."
Rospos swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew what was coming—he had begged her to use him in this way. But now that it was here, fear gripped him tightly. He looked up at Mistress Isabella, hoping to find some kindness in her eyes. Instead, he saw only contempt.
Mistress Isabella reached down and plucked a fresh piece of feces from her anus. It was still warm and soft, the smell nauseating. She held it between two fingers, dangling it before Rospos's face. "Open wide," she commanded.
Rospos opened his mouth slowly, his tongue tracing nervously over his bottom lip. Mistress Isabella leaned forward, lowering the turd toward his waiting mouth. As it brushed against his lips, he closed his eyes tightly, bracing himself for the intense taste and smell.
With a sharp push, Mistress Isabella forced the piece of shit into his mouth. It was bigger than he'd expected, filling his cheeks and pressing against the back of his throat. He could feel it sliding slowly down his esophagus, coating his insides in the sickly sweet flavor of her feces.
When she was finished, Mistress Isabella stood up straighter, a look of satisfaction crossing her face. She turned away from Rospos, adjusting her clothing. He remained kneeling on the floor, his head bowed low, the taste of her ass filling his mouth. A tear trickled down his cheek as he wondered how far he was willing to go to please her.
