Maya, true to form, kept us waiting – as women often do. By the time she arrived with the groom, my patience had worn thin. Unable to contain my frustration, I prepared a special surprise for her. A plate piled high with a steaming heap of shame.
As Maya settled into the tub, I presented her with my “gift,” dumping the vile mixture right onto her face. She gasped for air, her eyes wide with shock as the excrement coated her features. Desperate to clear her airways, she began to wipe the filth from her face, smearing it all over her body.
I watched with delight as she became increasingly covered in the vile substance, taking pleasure in her disgust and degradation. I offered my assistance, helping her grow dirtier and more humiliated with each passing moment.