Coney's feet shuffled in front of her as she felt her bowels rumble. It was an oddly erotic sensation, the knowledge that she was about to take a giant dump filling her with a delicious sense of power. She couldn't help but smile down at her cocky slave as he eagerly knelt before her, his tongue flicking out to taste the faint tang of her ass that wafted toward him.
"Are you ready for your treat, slave?" she purred, her hips swaying slightly as she teased him. The slave, who went by the name of Dick, nodded eagerly, his gaze never leaving her ass. "Good boy," she murmured, placing a hand on his head and ruffling his hair affectionately before she turned around to face the wall.
He could see her butt cheeks parting slightly as she released a deep breath, and his cock twitched in anticipation. As the first chunk of shit began to emerge from her anus, he licked his lips and leaned forward, his tongue darting out to taste the salty juices that coated her ass.
Coney moaned softly, the sensation of someone worshipping her in such an intimate way driving her to new heights of pleasure. She watched over her shoulder as Dick's tongue began to trace circles around her anus, and she resisted the urge to push her hips back toward him.
When the first log had been fully extruded, Dick took it as a sign to do as he was told. He moved his hands up to his mouth and opened his lips, letting out a soft groan as the hot, steaming turd slid down his throat. Coney could feel his lips warm on her ass cheeks, and she let out a moan of her own.
"Good boy," she whispered again, her tone filled with love and approval. As she pushed out the next turd, she saw Dick swallow and knew he was cleaning her up right. It made her feel powerful and desired in a way that she had never felt before.
With each successive log, Dick grew more skilled at pleasuring his mistress. He learned to lick and nibble at her sensitive flesh, driving her ever closer to orgasm. And as he did so, he could feel her satisfaction with him growing. She moaned and swayed, arching her back to give him better access, and he knew that he was pleasing her in a way that few ever had.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the last turd slid out of her ass and onto the floor. Coney turned around to face her slave, her face flushed with pleasure and her breath coming in gasps. "You are an incredible slave," she gasped, reaching down to stroke his head fondly.
Dick couldn't help but smile up at her. He had never felt so desired or appreciated before, and it made him feel like he could do anything for her. "Thank you, Mistress," he whispered, pressing his cheek against her thigh in a gesture of submission and gratitude.
As he felt her fingers threading through his hair, he knew that their relationship had reached a new level of intimacy. They were bound together now, not just by their desires but by their love for one another. And as he looked up at her, he knew that he would do anything to please her, no matter how strange or taboo it may seem. Because in the end, it was all about making her happy.
