Chinese Scat Love - Handsome Tied Up Slave Was Made to Eat the Goddesss Shit, She Slapped His Face Hard and Spat on Him

In a luxurious bedroom, the Goddess of Shit sat upon her golden throne, her voluptuous body draped in a silken robe of the finest hemlock. Before her, bound and helpless, was her servant, a handsome young man with deep brown eyes and muscles that rippled beneath his tight bondage. His body glistened with a thin layer of sweat, mixing with the sticky remains of her previous utterances. She looked down upon him with disdain, the scent of her excrement lingering in the air around her.

The Goddess reached back, her delicate fingers dipping into her own wastes and scooping out a generous portion. She held it before his face, letting its acrid stench fill his nostrils. "Eat," she commanded, her voice ringing with authority. His lips trembled, but he could not disobey. Slowly, he opened his mouth wider as she forced it onto his tongue, feeling the rough texture of her shit against his teeth. Saliva mixed with the foul taste, coating his throat and filling his stomach with revulsion and desire all at once.

The Goddess watched with a sadistic grin as he swallowed, then reached down and spat into his bound mouth. He groaned around the warm glob of saliva and her spit, tasting both the essence of his Mistress and the aftertaste of her waste simultaneously. "That's right, slave," she purred, slapping his cheek hard enough to sting. "Taste me."

Her hand moved down to his bound cock, and she began teasing it mercilessly through his bonds. He arched his back helplessly, moaning again as she ran her long nails over the sensitive head. Then, without warning, she pressed the tip of her finger into his anus, forcing it inside. He cried out, feeling both the invasion of her fingertip and the incredible surge of pleasure that overcame him. "You like this, don't you?" she whispered, her voice low and seductive. "You're my little shit-lover, aren't you?"

The Goddess continued to tease him both anally and orally, relishing the pleasured grunts and whimpers that escaped him. She then moved her hand away, holding a fresh glob of feces aloft. "Now clean me," she ordered, pushing his face down into her crotch. He opened his mouth wide, eagerly accepting the offering as she leaned back on her throne once more.

As he cleaned her perfect pussy with his tongue, the Goddess watched with a mix of contempt and desire. She knew she held power over him, that she could make him do anything she wished. But there was also an undercurrent of need in their relationship - a strange, twisted desire that bound them together in the most intimate of ways. And as he lapped at her essence, cleaning away every last drop, she realized that she would never let him go.