This fall evening, I felt a deep longing for my Mistresses, as our recent meetings have become less frequent. Mrs. Victoria had fallen ill with a cold, while Christina was preoccupied with personal matters. Imagine my joy when I received a call from Christina, with a simple command: “Come. I need to defecate. I will treat you to a delicious meal.” The whole encounter felt like I was a patron at a bar or restaurant, with Christina as the star attraction.
Perched on the table, Christina presented herself to me, half a meter away. I marveled at her delicate skin, her breasts, and her ass. She allowed me to massage her feet, an offer I accepted with great pleasure. Finally, it was time for her to feed me. She turned towards me, allowing me an up-close view of her anus, the source of my next meal. The female anus, during defecation, resembles an unfurling flower, a truly beautiful sight.
As Christina’s anus opened, I inhaled the potent aroma of her feces. Her excrement is usually porridge-like, and often bitter, making it a challenge to consume. There are times when nausea sets in, but I push through it, knowing that this act allows me to understand Christina on a level that no other man can. I am grateful for the privilege of being her toilet slave.