Schmutzige Miss Madison Deutschland - he Eats the Shit of the Floor

The arrival of my slave always sends a thrill through my body. Today, I have an extra special treat for him. He walks into my luxurious dungeon, his eyes widening in anticipation as he takes in the scene. Spread out before him is a large pile of money coins, shiny and new. His job today is to pick them up, one by one, and bring them to me.

I am reclining on my throne, dressed elegantly in a silk robe. My face is cold and aloof, but inside I am bursting with excitement. Today, my slave will be performing a particularly filthy task. He will be eating the shit that I have defecated onto the floor. My Schmutzige Miss Madison Deutschland title will be proven once again.

I gesture to the pile of shit-covered money coins. "Begin," I command, feeling a twinge of arousal as I watch him hesitate. He knows what he must do. Slowly, he kneels down and begins to pick up the coins, one by one. His fingers brush against my warm feces, making him shiver with disgust and excitement. As he reaches for the last few coins, I can see the fear and anticipation in his eyes. He knows what is coming next. With a gentle push, I force him to get closer to the pile. My face contorts in disgust as I prepare to show him my true dominance. I know that he can't resist me, no matter how repulsive the task may be. "Eat it, slave," I hiss, my voice dripping with contempt. Hesitating for only a moment, he lowers his face to the floor. His tongue darts out, tasting the bitter tang of my shit mixed with the metallic taste of the coins. I watch, my heart racing in excitement, as he begins to consume my offering. The sound of his slurping fills the dungeon, and I can't help but let out a moan of pleasure. As he continues to consume my filth, I feel a dark, twisted sense of satisfaction wash over me. I am the one in control, and he is my plaything. After a few agonizingly slow minutes, he finishes his task. His face is smeared with my shit, his lips glistening with my cum. "Good boy," I murmur, reaching down to pat his head. "Now, to reward you for your efforts." From a nearby table, I produce a crystal glass filled with my morning urine. It's dark and cloudy, the perfect colour to indicate how full it is of my piss. He watches, his eyes bright with anticipation, as I lift it to my lips and take a sip. "Drink it," I demand, handing him the glass. The look of abject horror on his face is almost worth the cost of watching him drink my piss. But for now, I relish in my power over him. As he obediently raises the glass to his lips and takes a sip of my warm, dark golden nectar, I know that I have truly proven myself as the Mistress of filth and degradation.