Crap, Scat, and Pee - Ericas Golden Drinker Slave

Erica was a powerful Domina who enjoyed having her own personal golden drinker slave. This unsuspecting submissive had a unique fascination with the scent and taste of feces and urine. He was given a special leash and mask to wear whenever he was called upon to serve his Mistress. With a gentle tug on the leash, Erica summoned her chosen one into her presence.

The slave kneeled before her, his eyes fixed upon the floor in reverent obedience. He could barely contain his excitement as he awaited her command. "You know what I like," she purred, her voice laced with menace. He nodded eagerly, his cock already beginning to harden at the thought of what was to come.

Slowly, Erica lowered her silken robe, revealing her perfect round ass covered in a fine layer of powder. "You won't waste a drop of my golden nectar," she warned him, her voice dripping with anticipation. The slave could already smell the intoxicating scent wafting up from her perfect derriere. He could barely contain his excitement as he watched in anticipation.

With a flick of her wrist, Erica directed the slave to bow his head in submission. Then, she granted him one of her most prized possessions: the chance to taste her stunning creation. Before he could even react, a warm stream of golden piss sprayed against his face, drenching him from head to toe. "Drink it up," she commanded, her voice echoing through the room. The slave opened his mouth wide and eagerly lapped up every drop of her delicious piss.

Erica watched with delight as the slave was engulfed by her nectar. With a satisfied sigh, she finally relieved herself of the remaining load, filling his mouth to overflowing. He slurped the last remaining drops noisily before allowing her to gently push him away. "That was excellent," she praised him, her voice dripping with admiration for her obedient slave. As he wiped the remaining piss from his face, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his role as her devoted drinker.

Then, Erica retreated to her sumptuous throne, her leash dangling invitingly at her side. The slave dutifully crawled over to her, his tongue ready for its next assignment. As he approached, he could see the outlines of a steaming hot turd taking shape in her anus. Without being told, he knew what was expected of him. Kneeling for a moment, he breathed in the intoxicating scent of her ass. Then, he leaned forward and opened his mouth wide, eagerly accepting the path she offered him. With a gentle push, she deposited the warm, soft load directly into his mouth. He savored the taste, relishing every moment of their twisted ritual.

As he finished cleaning her out, Erica knelt down and grabbed his hard cock, stroking it slowly in a teasing manner. "What do you want, my little slave?" she purred, her eyes full of mischief. The slave could barely speak between gasps for air, "Please, Mistress, let me taste your golden nectar again." Erica smirked, knowing that she had complete control over her submissive. "Very well," she said, mounting him roughly and impaling herself on his cock. "But remember, you will not waste a single drop." With that, she leaned backward and grinned as he began to fuck her up into the air, eagerly drinking every last drop of her divine nectar as they fucked.

As the climax approached, Erica gripped the leash tightly, pulling her slave closer to her. "Say you're my loyal drinker," she commanded. "I am your loyal drinker," he moaned, his mind lost in the pleasure of their twisted connection. And with that, Erica shuddered in ecstasy, pouring her golden nectar down his throat one last time as they both collapsed in exhaustion. This was a night that they both would remember for the rest of their days.