Dahlia D. - EATING MY MASTERS SHIT IN THE WOODS

Today had been nothing short of a perfect day for Dahlia D. She had been walking with her Master through the dense woods, enjoying the warm sun on her bare skin and the gentle breeze that teased her nerves. They had decided to take a break from the path for a bit, find a more secluded spot to relax and enjoy some peace and quiet. Little did she know that this little detour would turn into an intimate experience unlike any other.

Dahlia had always been a bit of a daring submissive, always willing to go the extra mile to please her Master. So when he suddenly grabbed her by the hips and guided her to the ground, she didn't hesitate. She lay down on the soft, moist earth, her body covered in a fine layer of dirt and debris. As she looked up at him, she couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants, growing bigger by the second. It was clear that he was uncomfortable, and there was only one way to make him feel better.

Without a word, Dahlia positioned herself under her Master, opening her mouth wide and propping herself up on her elbows. She could feel his warm urine hitting the back of her throat, filling her mouth with his dominant scent. She swallowed eagerly, anxious for what was yet to come. Soon enough, she heard the familiar sound of his bowels releasing, felt the coolness of his shit brushing against her lips. She parted her lips just enough to let his filth inside, savoring the taste of his power as it filled her mouth.

As he continued to take his time relieving himself onto her face and body, Dahlia couldn't help but let out soft moans of pleasure. She loved feeling so completely used by her Master, loved knowing that she was nothing more than a toilet slave to him. She lapped up every drop of his shit, her tongue swirling around in his essence as she pushed it deeper into her mouth. By the time he finally pulled his pants up and stood over her, she was completely covered in his filth - from head to toe, every inch of her exposed skin smeared with his intense scent.

"Very good, Dahlia," he murmured, running his hand through her dirty hair. "Your obedience knows no bounds." Dahlia grinned up at him, feeling a sudden rush of pride and satisfaction. Yes, she was his toilet slave. And she wouldn't have it any other way.

Dahlia stood up, wobbling slightly as she regained her balance on the uneven ground. She looked up at her Master, her eyes shining with anticipation. "What would you like to do next, Master?" she asked, her voice quivering with excitement. He grinned down at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "How about a nice swim in that pond over there?" And with that, they began walking towards the clearing, their fingers intertwined, leaving behind a trail of evidence for any passerby to find...