LILY DUPONT - MISTRESS LILY DUPONT : SHIT IN 2 TAKE

After a long night spent in the cage, the slave was finally led to Mistress Lily DuPont's dining room. The room was lavishly decorated with fine china, crystal glasses, and the most exquisite food spread before him. He had been fasting for a long day and he looked eagerly at all the delicious treats waiting for him. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm croissants filled the air, making his mouth water even more.

Mistress Lily DuPont glided into the room, draped in a silk robe that clung to her curves. She was every inch the dominant woman, commanding attention with every movement. She watched as the slave's eyes wandered over the food, full of hunger and anticipation. "Go ahead, slave," she purred, gesturing towards the feast. "Eat everything you see."

The slave didn't need to be told twice. He dove headfirst into the spread, devouring everything in sight. He ate with gusto, moaning in delight at the sweet and savory flavors that exploded in his mouth. As he ate, he couldn't help but glance at Mistress Lily DuPont, admiring the way she carried herself with such confidence and power.

When he looked up, he saw that Mistress Lily was watching him intently. She strolled over to him, her high heels clicking on the marble floor. "You're quite the glutton, aren't you?" she said with a smirk. "But then again, I see you're a bit of a shit eater too."

The slave's eyes widened in surprise. "I-I am?" he stammered. "What makes you think that?"

Mistress Lily chuckled darkly. "Oh, I just saw your profile," she said, tossing a lock of her raven hair over her shoulder. "It said you had quite the...unique appetite." She leaned in close, her warm breath fanning across his face. "Well, I happen to have a very full bladder and an even fuller bowel. How does that sound to you?"

The slave felt himself growing hard in his pants. This was exactly what he had been hoping for. He couldn't wait to taste her fresh, hot shit. "It sounds amazing, Mistress," he whispered, his voice trembling with excitement. "I would be honored to clean your ass and drink your piss."

Mistress Lily smiled, a predatory glint in her eyes. "Good boy," she purred. "Now let's get comfortable." She gestured for him to stand behind her and adjusted her robe so that her ass was exposed to him. The slave couldn't help but gasp at the sight of her voluptuous behind, covered in a thin layer of sweat from the anticipation. He kneeled down behind her, his cock throbbing with desire.

Slowly, Mistress Lily lowered herself onto the toilet seat, her round cheeks spread apart. Without waiting for instruction, the slave lowered his head and took her ass cheeks in his hands, spreading them even wider. He leaned in closer, inhaling her sweet musk as he positioned himself to take her first piece of shit in his mouth. And then he felt it - a warm, squishy sensation as her shit filled his mouth to the brim. He swallowed greedily, savoring every bite of his Mistress's precious caviar.

Mistress Lily moaned in pleasure, feeling the slave's hot tongue lapping at her juicy chocolate starfish. "Oh yes," she whispered. "That's it, you dirty little cocksucker. Take all of it. And don't forget to drink up the delicious piss I'm about to give you."

With that, Mistress Lily released her bladder, filling his mouth with warm, salty piss. He lapped at it eagerly, not wanting to miss a single drop. As he did so, he could feel her second, even bigger hot turd pressing against his tongue. His mouth stretched wide as he took it all in, savoring every bite and sip of his Mistress's sweet nectar.

When she finally finished emptying herself into his eager mouth, Mistress Lily sighed contentedly. "You are such a good little toilet slave," she purred, reaching back to stroke his hair. "Now clean up any mess you made and get ready for round two. I'm feeling quite full after that meal, so I think we're in for a real treat."

The slave couldn't believe his luck. He had always dreamed of worshipping a beautiful, powerful woman like Mistress Lily DuPont, and now he was living that dream. With renewed energy, he scraped up every last bit of her shit and piss from the floor, eagerly anticipating the next round of his Mistress's glorious shit-eatingsession.

And so the night wore on, with Mistress Lily DuPont gleefully filling her slave's mouth with her precious waste time after time, while he did his best to keep up, his love for her only growing stronger with each passing moment.

By the end of the night, the slave was a mess - his face covered in sticky residue, his mouth reeking of shit and piss. But he didn't care. Because he knew he had pleased his Mistress, and that was all that mattered to him. And as he finally collapsed into his dirty, messy sleeping mat, dreaming of the days when he could finally call Mistress Lily DuPont his own, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the life he had been given - the life of a loyal, loving toilet slave.