Helena Moeller - Mistress pissing, shitting and Smoking

As I entered your room, I could see the eager expression on your face. You were eagerly awaiting your new meal, prepared especially for you by your loving mistress. I wore a tight black latex dress that outlined every curve of my body, my long legs bare and the hem just touching the floor. My high heels clacked against the hardwood as I walked over to your bowl. You were excitedly anticipating what was to come, but you couldn't help but feel nervous as well. After all, you knew that with me anything was possible – and by "anything" I meant just that. I was a mistress who enjoyed having complete control over her submissive partner, and part of that control involved feeding them only the very worst things: shit and piss. Reaching down, I scooped up the first portion of your repast. It was a warm mixture of my freshly-excreted feces and my pre-morbid urine, and the smell was intoxicatingly nauseating. I raised it to your lips, and you parted them obediently as I slowly drizzled the thick, disgusting liquid into your mouth. You moaned as it ran down your throat, the coarseness of the mixture contrasting sharply with the delicate nature of your tastebuds. Next, I scooped up another helping. This time, instead of merely covering your tongue with the repulsive substance, I forced your mouth open wider and shoved the entire mess inside. You gagged and choked, but you didn't dare push me away or disobey your mistress. You swallowed every last drop, relishing in the disgusting taste that lingered on your tongue. Finally, I pushed the last helping of my mixture into your bowl. Looking down at you, I saw that your cock was hard and throbbing, a clear indication of your arousal despite - or perhaps because of - the depravity of our actions. As a final touch, I took a long drag from my cigarette and exhaled directly into your bowl. The acrid smoke mixed with the scent of my shit and piss, creating an intoxicating aroma that you couldn't help but find irresistible. I smiled down at you, satisfied with your devotion and obedience. "Good boy," I whispered softly. "Now you're ready for work."