MissElleClark - MISTRESS ELLE

As the day comes to an end and the night begins to fall, Miss Elle prepares for her most exhilarating session yet. Her slave has been waiting patiently, trembling with anticipation at her every command. She struts into the room wearing nothing but her most luxurious fur coat, a knowing smirk playing on her lips as she eyes him down. Without any further ado, she orders him to kneel before her and make himself completely vulnerable. He obeys without hesitation, his heart racing as he awaits her next instruction.

Miss Elle wastes no time in accepting his offerings. With a wicked grin, she pulls down her panties and approaches him from behind. Her soft, pink ass cheeks wiggling invitingly, she lowers her perfect, round ass onto his waiting face. She groans softly as she feels the warmth of his tongue on her anus, and begins to take long, deep breaths as the pleasure builds up within her. Using her buttocks as leverage, she slowly starts to take a shit. Her sphincter clenches tightly around his tongue, pushing the shit past his lips and into his mouth. He can taste her sweet nectar mixed with the warmth of her excrement.

Seeing how well he is performing, she decides to test his limits even further. Miss Elle stands up, lifting her leg and slowly rolling a freshly made dookie onto her foot. She starts to press down on his face, grinding her heel into his cheeks as he feels the unmistakable weight of her shit. She teases him, moving her foot back and forth, mashing his face into her soft yet stinky load. She hears him whimper softly underneath her. It only serves to turn her on more.

She finally decides to finish him off and places both feet squarely on his face, grinding her weight into his nose and mouth. She feels the soft give of his flesh underneath her heels, and chuckles darkly as he struggles to breathe through the overwhelming stench of her feces. His eyes are watering from the acrid smell, but he can't bring himself to move away from her stinky yet incredibly alluring presence. It's clear that he has fallen deeper under her spell with each passing moment.

With a satisfied smirk, Miss Elle removes her feet from his face. "Very well, my little cockroach," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now you may lick every inch of that filth off of my boots to prove your loyalty." He nods eagerly, tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth in anticipation. As he starts to lick, cleaning his Mistress's boots with his tongue, she watches on, her eyes filled with both lust and the satisfaction of knowing she has complete control over this pathetic creature at her feet.