Mystress T - NASTY POO FROM DRESSER!!!

Mystress T had enjoyed a night of indulgence, and the morning after found her with an equally guilty pleasure - the sight of her loyal Slave eagerly awaiting the day's first treat. As he knelt before her, his gaze fixed on her plump behind, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of mischief. After all, today's poo was bound to be extra nasty, and she decided to have fun with it. Climbing atop her dresser, she spread her cheeks wide and grinned down at him, daring him to look away. And look he did - his eyes going wide with both fear and anticipation at the thought of what was about to come his way.

"My Slave loves this sort of thing, doesn't he?" Mystress T purred, feeling the hot sting of her bowels as they called out for release. She moaned softly, her body quaking with need. "He knows how much I enjoy showing off my dirty little secrets." And with a sultry laugh, she leaned forward, pressing her weight against her Slave's head.

A long, thick log of feces slithered out from her gaping asshole, its putrid stench filling the small room. Mystress T watched with delight as her slave's face turned a sickly shade of green, but still he didn't flinch. He opened his mouth wider, prepared to receive the disgusting treat she was about to give him. With a wicked grin, she pushed the log of shit deep into his mouth, feeling it scrape against his tongue and filling his cheeks. His throat worked convulsively, struggling to swallow her offering, but he never made a sound of protest or complaint.

Mystress T smirked, feeling triumphant. "Doesn't he take care of his Mistress so well?" She reached down between her legs, her wet pussy eagerly awaiting attention. Her slave dutifully pushed his tongue up her anus, enthusiastically lapping at the trails of her shit. Then, with a sigh of contentment, she leaned back against the dresser and spread her legs wide, exposing her dripping slit to his greedy gaze. "Now it's time for some payback," she purred, before thrusting two fingers deep into her dripping snatch. The Slave obliged, burying his face between her cheeks and licking away at the saltiness between her ass cheeks.

She leaned forward again, this time offering up her shit-covered foot. With a gleam in his eye, her slave opened his mouth wide, ready for her final act of humiliation. Mystress T chuckled, knowing that beneath the bruised and battered exterior, he was reveling in every second of their sick little game. She pressed her toes against his tongue, feeling the warm, sucking sensation as he eagerly lapped up every last drop of her sickeningly sweet nectar.

The Slave sat back, panting heavily, his mouth filled with the taste of fresh human excrement. Mystress T smiled, her heart racing with excitement. "That's a good boy," she purred, reaching down to stroke his hair. "You've pleased your Mistress well today." And with those words, she hopped down from the dresser, her ass cheeks winking invitingly at him. He knew what was expected of him, and without a word, sank to his knees, his gaze fixed on the shiny, glistening prize awaiting him. Mystress T pressed her hand against her lower back, feeling the familiar ache that signaled the start of another fecal feast. And her loyal slave was more than happy to be the one to clean it up.

As the day wore on, the cycle would repeat itself - over and over again. Mystress T knew that her Slave's devotion ran deep, and she took great pleasure in showering him with her most intimate secrets. The thought of it made her heart skip a beat with excitement. For her, this was more than just the act of shitting on someone - it was a demonstration of power, of control. And she loved it just as much as her poor, pathetic Slave did.