Now you are at my feet, slave. I remain seated upon my throne, and you lie prostrate at my feet. It is my wish that you adore all aspects of your Mistress, including her very excretions. You may only masturbate when I desire it and in accordance with my instructions.
As you watch, an intoxicating aroma fills the air. It's the scent of warm, soft shit leaving my body. You can't take your eyes off the sight of my delectable ass hole opening up and expelling its contents. The thought of tasting it fills you with anticipation.
Slowly, I lower my feet to the ground, leaving a beautiful, sticky impression of my foot on the freshly deposited shit. I glance down at you, my eyes glinting with mischief. "Would you like to taste it, slave? To clean my foot of this filth?"
A smile tugging at the corners of my mouth, I extend my foot towards you. The scent of my shit is strong, almost intoxicating. I wait, watching as your eyes flicker between my feet and your face registers the hunger that drives you.
Slowly, you lean forward, your tongue flicking out to trace the line of my shit-covered foot. Your breath hot against my skin as you inhale deeply, moaning softly at the taste. Moaning deep in your throat, you begin to clean my foot, licking up every last drop of the sticky, warm substance.
Your tongue swirls around my foot, tracing every contour and dipping into the crevices. Your attention never wavers, never straying from your task. You are completely focused on pleasing me, your Mistress.
As you clean my foot, I lean back, content in knowing that I have complete control over you. Your mouth filled with the taste of your Mistress's shit. The knowledge that you are nothing but a slave to my every whim fills me with a sense of power that courses through my veins.
"That's right, slave. You belong to me, body and soul. Now, rise up and kiss my feet."
Reluctantly, you rise up, your eyes never leaving my feet. You press your lips against my shit-covered foot, your tongue sweeping across the bottom of my foot. I smile down at you, my eyes softening a little. You may be my slave, but I am also your mistress, and it is my duty to care for you and ensure your well-being.
"Excellent, slave. You may now go and clean yourself. Remember your place."
As you gather yourself to leave, I watch, satisfaction filling me as I see the effects of my power over you. You are mine, through and through, and nothing will change that.
