AliceTop - I poop on my hand

In the private chamber of Queen AliceTop, a sumptuous and lavishly appointed room, there existed an ornate, golden throne. From the seat of this throne, the renowned Domina would rule over her loyal subjects with absolute power and authority, her every whim and desire meticulously adhered to. Her presence was one that commanded respect and reverence, her beauty legendary amongst the realms.

One fateful day, AliceTop found herself in dire need of relieving herself after a particularly indulgent feast. And so, she ascended to her golden throne and summoned one of her most trusted servants. The servant, a young and eager man, approached his mistress nervously, his heart pounding in his chest at the thought of what task she might have planned for him next.

AliceTop fixed him with a steely gaze, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "Bring me your mouth," she commanded. The servant hesitated for only a moment before parting his lips, revealing the sensitive flesh within. With practiced precision, she leaned forward and pressed the tip of her index finger between his lips, feeling them part around it.

Satisfied with his obedience, AliceTop stood up from her throne, her voluminous skirts billowing around her. She took hold of the hem of her dress and slowly lifted it high enough to expose her perfect bottom, the soft cheeks glistening with sweat in anticipation. "Now," she purred, "come and worship my divine behind."

The servant hesitated again, unsure of what was expected of him. But AliceTop's glare was unwavering, and so he approached cautiously, his eyes locked onto her backside. He lowered his head to the curve of her ass, breathing in the intoxicating scent of his mistress's arousal. Then, slowly and carefully, he opened his mouth wide and tentatively kissed the swollen star on her left cheek, feeling her flesh dissolve against his tongue.

Encouraged by this initial show of devotion, AliceTop moaned softly and leaned her weight against his shoulder. She reached back and gently guided his head towards her anus, the tight ring of muscle begging to be stretched and filled. "Now," she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement, "taste me."

The servant hesitated once again, the thought of taking his mistress's anus into his mouth making his stomach churn. But he knew the consequences of disobeying her; the painful punishment that awaited him should he fail to please her. So, summoning up all his courage, he softly kissed the sensitive skin around the entrance to her anal ring, feeling it tremble under his touch.

AliceTop moaned loudly, the vibration traveling through his body, sending shivers of excitement down his spine. She began to rock her hips back and forth against his face, her sphincter clenching tight as she savored the feeling of being worshipped. "Yes," she groaned, "that's it, suck my ass."

With each passing moment, the servant found himself surrendering more and more deeply to the erotic power of his mistress's commands. His tongue darted out to explore the tight entrance, tracing the delicate folds of skin before pushing gently inside. He moaned around her tight puckered hole, feeling it stretch and expand to accommodate his intrusion. And as he did so, he felt a warm, sticky stream begin to flow from between AliceTop's legs, right onto his tongue.

The taste was unlike anything he'd experienced before, a heady blend of sweet and salty, with undertones of musk and desire. It was intoxicating, addictive; he knew he would never be able to resist the sweet scent of his mistress's ass. And so he continued to drink deeply of her essence, his lips and tongue working in concert to please her as she moaned and groaned, her body shuddering with pleasure at his every touch.

For what felt like an eternity, they remained locked in this intimate embrace. But eventually, the flow of her fluids began to slow, and with a contented sigh, AliceTop pulled away from his mouth. "You may rise," she commanded, and the servant pulled away, rising slowly to his feet, his cheeks flushed with arousal and embarrassment.

AliceTop turned around, her expression one of utter contentment. "Thank you for your service," she said, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "You have pleased me well." And with that, she turned and walked regally back to her golden throne, her hips swaying seductively beneath the weight of her voluminous skirts.

The servant watched her go, a mix of awe and fear coursing through his veins. He knew that he had just experienced something truly extraordinary; something he would never forget. And yet, he also knew that there was no telling what kind of twisted desires his mistress might have in store for him next. For that, he was both excited and terrified; but for now, he would bask in the glow of her approval, and the sweet taste of her ass, and await her next command with bated breath.

As he bowed his head and backed out of the chamber, he couldn't help but wonder: how long would it take for her to summon him once more? And what kind of depravity would she demand of him this time? The thought sent shivers down his spine, and he found himself growing hard again in anticipation. Such was the power of Queen AliceTop; even her most loyal subjects found themselves unable to resist her sick, twisted allure. And so, he closed the door behind him, knowing that he would do anything, bear any humiliation or pain, just to be called back into her presence once more.