Lady Kalidas Femdom-Theater - Shit Chewing

Lady Kalida, the fierce mistress of Femdom-Theater, was contemplating her next move. Her long, thick pussy hair had been irritating her lately, and she wanted to get rid of it. But Lady Kalida never wastes anything, especially when it comes to her divine body. She had an idea; she would do away with her pubic hair but make sure her pathetic slave benefited from it. So, she summoned her toilet slave andl ordered him to bring over the wooden toilet seat with the hole in it. As he bent over, struggling with the heavy object, she sauntered towards him in nothing but a provocative smile. When she finally reached her toilet throne, she glowered at him, daring him to disobey her command. "Swallow my pubic hair, slave," she ordered in her strong, cold voice. The slave's eyes widened in terror, but he knew better than to protest. He dropped to his knees before her, his mouth gaping open, waiting for his mistress to continue. With deliberate slowness, Lady Kalida began to remove her pubic hair from her pussy. Each strand was long and strong, tickling the slave's tongue as it slid down his throat. She pulled harder on the strands, making him choke on her hair. She enjoyed the power she held over this pathetic creature, watching as he struggled but couldn't disobey her. After what seemed like an eternity, Lady Kalida was satisfied that all of her pubic hair had been consumed by her slave. She nodded her approval and stepped away, allowing him a brief moment to catch his breath. Slowly raising his head, the slave looked up at his mistress, fear and awe etched on his face. "Well done, slave," she said with a cruel smile. "Now, you may have a reward for your obedience. Taste this caviar; it's an exclusive treat from my divine pussy." She held out a small jar of black caviar, the only byproduct of her pubic hair-eating ritual. The slave's eyes lit up at the mention of caviar, and he eagerly reached out to take it from her. As he brought the jar to his mouth, Lady Kalida couldn't resist toying with him further. "But first," she purred, "why don't you taste it right from the source?" She bent over, opening her legs wide, revealing her cleanly shaven pussy. The slave couldn't believe his luck - he was being given not one but two chances to taste his mistress's divine nectar. He hesitated for only a moment before leaning forward and pressing his lips against her smooth, pussy. He tasted the remnants of her pubic hair, mixed with the rich, salty caviar. With renewed vigor, the slave devoured every last morsel from his mistress's pussy, savoring the mixture of flavors that only Lady Kalida could produce. When he was finished, he looked up at her, his face twisted in a mix of pleasure and submission. She nodded once, and he scooped up a spoonful of caviar from the jar, its taste sweeter than anything he had ever tasted before. As he ate, he couldn't help but wonder what other depraved delights his mistress had in store for him. But for now, he was content with the taste of her divine pussy on his tongue, savoring the memory of her hairy pubic mound being consumed by him. Only a toilet slave could experience such humiliation and pleasure at the same time, and Lady Kalida knew it.