Goddess Narcissra - Scat Latex Mistress - Scat Facesitting

Goddess Narcissra's eyes gleamed with mischief as she picked up the plump, juicy strawberry from the bowl on her end table. She held it up, imagining the look of disgust that would cross her slave's face when he realized what she had planned. She grinned wickedly, knowing that he loved her regardless of how revolting her actions might be. With a slow and steady hand, Goddess Narcissra slipped the strawberry between her round ass cheeks. She closed her eyes and relaxed, enjoying the feeling of the cool fruit pressing against her hot, sweaty skin. Her asshole was already slick with anticipation, preparing itself for what was to come. The scat goddess then produced a smaller straw, no bigger than a toothpick. She placed it gently between her lips and began to push it deeper into her mouth. As she positioned it within her throat, she let out a contented moan, her tight asshole pulsing rhythmically around the strawberry. With a flick of her wrist, Goddess Narcissra expelled the fruit from her ass and the poor little straw was lost in the sea of disgusting matter. The slave watched in horror as the shitty strawberry bobbed to the surface, emitting an unmistakable aroma of feces. "Now, join me, my pet," she commanded with a sinister grin. With a graceful move, Goddess Narcissra lowered herself onto her slave's face. Her ass landing squarely on his nose, pushing it into the filth below with each movement. She leaned forward, smothering him beneath her voluptuous breasts as she took the strawberry from the bowl and placed it gently into his mouth. The taste was hideous, but he couldn't resist swallowing it as he felt his mistress's body tremble with pleasure. She commanded him to open his mouth wider and when he did, she pushed the straw deeper inside, forcing him to take in more of her disgusting essence. Oh, how she loved having this pathetic creature worship at her feet - especially when she showed him just how much power she held over him. And just when he thought he'd taken enough, Goddess Narcissra withdrew the straw and pushed it back between her lips, signaling for another round of humiliation. Her latex-clad body glistened in the candlelight, accentuating every curve and contour. She was perfection incarnate, and yet, he was nothing more than a disgusting toilet to her. The slave wept silently as he tasted his own misery mixed with the sweet tang of excrement. And so it went on - round after round of shitting, scat-filled facesitting, and humiliation beyond compare. The slave's mind spun as he struggled to comprehend just how much his mistress enjoyed making him suffer. But he didn't mind. Because even though he was beneath her, even though he was nothing more than a piece of shit beneath her beautiful feet, he was hers and he wouldn't have it any other way.