Dea Samantha - Morning Big Shit

Good morning! I am Dea Samantha and today marks another exciting day for me. As I wake up from my slumber, the first thing that comes to my mind is the delicious sausage of shit I couldn't hold back last night. My belly is still full and satisfied, leaving me with an insatiable desire to unload once more. My scatological slave can hardly wait for the moment when he will be able to indulge himself in my excremental delicacies.

I roll out of bed, feeling the softness of the sheets against my skin. My morning ritual begins with a quick stretch before making my way towards the bathroom. The aroma of my feces from last night fills the room, causing my groin to tingle with anticipation. As I approach the toilet bowl, I can't help but admire its chosen location — right next to an expensive vase that I bought just for this purpose. Smashing it would undoubtedly send waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

My pussy is already dripping with excitement as I push aside my skirt and sit down on the cold rim of the toilet bowl. My heart races as I feel the muscles in my anus contract to accommodate my enormous load of diarrhea. I let out a deep sigh of relief as my feces finally begins to flow into the porcelain below.

It's at this moment that I realize how much I truly love shitting. The feeling of warmth spreading through my abdomen, the intense pressure building up against my asshole, and finally the release — it's all so exhilarating! I take my time, savoring every moment of this morning's big shit. After all, it's not every day that I get to pleasure myself like this!

The sound of my feces hitting the water is strangely comforting. I can almost feel my slave's excitement over this audio stimulation. I know that once he listens to it, his cock will be rock-hard and ready for any of my other delicious expulsions. My addiction to shitting and seeing others enjoy it has turned me into a goddess in my own twisted world.

After what feels like an eternity but in reality is just a few minutes, my explosive diarrhea finally comes to an end. I stand up, admiring the impressive sausage that emerged from my rectum. It's not quite as long as some of my previous efforts, but still quite substantial. With a satisfied grin on my face, I lift my skirt and show off my masterpiece to the empty room.

This is just the beginning of my day. There are still countless hours filled with opportunities for me to provide my slave with audio recordings of my bowel movements. The thought of it makes me shiver with anticipation. Whether he's listening intently from his dark dungeon or furiously jerking off in secret, I know one thing for sure: I hold all the power in our twisted relationship.

Now, as I make my way back to bed, I can't help but think about what delights the upcoming day has in store. For my slave, it means another longing gaze at his mistress's perfectly toned ass. For me, it means another chance to showcase my most intimate and primal acts of pleasure. Such is the life of a scat queen like myself — never dull, always fulfilling.