MISTRESS CHANDANA
by slave31

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. Aditi was back in her house, sitting on her couch watching TV, while I was licking some blood and flesh off her boots. She’d killed at least a couple dozen slaves with those boots, three of those before my very eyes. She suddenly turned to me and snapped her finger. I arose and offered my head to her hands, which she promptly placed between her ass-cheeks for a huge, long fart into my mouth. Her gas instantly filled my lungs to capacity and almost had them bursting from excessive pressure. “Haha,” she giggled, “you must be so excited in life.”
“Yes, Mistress.” I swallowed her farts like they were almost fluid. “I get to eat your shit five more times before I die for you.”
“You think you’re going to make it that long?” Aditi asked. “What would you do if I suddenly felt like kicking you with these boots?”
“I would proudly die for you any way that you want, Mistress.” I said, resuming my duty of licking her boots clean.
“Of course you would.” Aditi giggled, spitting in my mouth. “Too bad you have to lose a finger each time I shit in your mouth from now on…,” Aditi teased. “But it’s always like that. I’m not just going to shit into a slave who’s in perfect condition- that would be far too enjoyable for the slave. I always cut off the hands or legs or something. Just to balance out the joy of eating my shit.”
“Even with my legs cut off, eating your shit yesterday was the best moment of my life, Mistress.” I said, recalling how I was nearly unconscious when she took a dump in my mouth. “I can’t believe I’ve been allowed to live after something like that.”
“You haven’t been allowed,” Aditi frowned. “You got away like a pesky cockroach. Each time I sentenced you to death.” Her breath was heavy with fury. “And here you are, still alive and still smelling my farts.” Her hands were twitching like they were about to slap my teeth out. Just before she did, the doorbell rang and she ordered me to see who it was. It was a middle aged man holding a notepad and pen in his hands, and I let him in.
“Good afternoon, Madame.” He addressed Aditi. “We are from the Rashtreeya Devasagam trust, and we are building a temple dedicated to the Lord Ganesha in the street parallel to this one.”
“Another Ganesha temple?” Aditi heaved.
“Y…yes Madame.” The man was almost ashamed from her reaction. “Anyway, we were hoping you would make a generous contribution towards…”
“The construction of a boring Hindu temple?” Aditi asked. “Of course I’ll make a contribution,” she got up, turned around and slightly raised her skirt. “I will allow a photographer to take a picture of my ass.”
“B..b.but.,” the man trembled, as anyone allowed to see Aditi’s buttocks for the first time would. “This is a Ganesha temple…”
“Don’t you think it’s better if people worshiped my bum instead of that imaginary God?” Aditi asked, jiggling her tight ass-cheeks. “Doesn’t my ass look far better than God?”
“I…it does…, ma’am but…”
“I think people should start worshiping this instead of that stupid God,” Aditi said, still seducing the man with subtle shakes of her hips. “Maybe if people started worshiping the right Gods, this city would develop much better and faster.”
“But ma’am,” the man shook himself out of trance. “This money would go for a religious fund…”
“Worshiping my ass is a far more religious experience,” Aditi said, slowly moving to the man, grabbing his shirt and taking him down. And he went down like he was made of clay. “I mean, look at this. Smell this,” she said stretching her legs on either side of the kneeling man and letting his nose between her buttocks. She tightened her stomach and let out a gigantic fart on his face. “Isn’t that the most religious moment you’ve ever had in your lifetime?”
The man bowed before the mistress, ashamed and defeated. He went so far as to join his hands. “Yes, Madame.”
“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Raising all that money for some fake God and fooling everyone? I’m the one true God everyone should be donating money to.” Aditi said, crushing into his groin with her boots.
“I’m sorry, Mistress.”
“Stop being sorry and hand over all the money you’ve raised so far,” Aditi said, accepting all the donations he’d collected for the religious establishment. She counted the huge stack of cash, stuffed it into her shorts and said, “This is not enough. It doesn’t even cover the cost of farting on your face.”
“But that is everything, Madame.”
“In that case, you have to die for me.” Aditi said bluntly, preparing her boots for the infamous kick of death. This man was sure to die in the first attempt, given the practice she’d had that day. I turned my eyes away from the gore that was sure to follow. What I heard next was the perfect contact between Aditi’s custom made boots and his chin, which instantly split into pieces and spilled out his eyes and facial matter out on the floor, leaving just a half cracked skull behind. He died within seconds of the kick. “I’m improving,” Aditi said, towering over the corpse. “Throw away his body.”
I gathered the corpse into a bag, tied it around my neck and pulled it over to the gutter close to her place and let it float in the dirty water, wondering when that would happen to my body. As I went back to the house, I noticed that Aditi had yet another guest this time. It was a rather large girl of about the same age. She was quite tall, and had a huge breasts, huge buttocks and an equally huge waist, but her skin was glimmering and gorgeous. And there was a lot of it to be seen, with the tiny clothes she was wearing. I soon found out that her name was Chandana. A truly big, beautiful girl. My eyes instantly fell to her plump thighs, because I got the feeling that I would end up eating her shit too: she was just that sort of a winner personality.
Chandana was talking about a pizza party she was having at her place. “All the girls will be there, you should come too.”
“Pizza? I don’t know, it’s too greasy for my taste… “
“Oh come on, everyone will be there, it’ll be fun.”
“Alright, I’ll be there. Today evening, right?” Aditi said.
“Yes. Cool then, we shall see you in the evening.” Chandana said. “Also, do you happen to have any extra shit eaters in your home? We might need a couple of them today.”
“I just have this one,” Aditi said, pointing to me. “You can have him if you want, I’m totally bored of shitting in his mouth.”
“Wow, cool!” Chandana’s attention was now turned to me. “Come here, loser.” She taunted me just like an experienced Mistress. “Why don’t you have any legs, loser?”
“Aditi had them removed,” I replied, to which the girls merely laughed.
“You should spend a few days with me,” Chandana said. “I would never chop off my slave’s legs.” The girls giggled at that point, implying that she had something far more despicable planned for me. “Come over here. Let me see how good of a shit eater you are.” She stood up, raised her skirt and invited me into her large buttocks. Her ass was much larger than the two I’d experienced before. I stuck my tongue between her ass cheeks and felt her soft skin take over my face. She was far more warm and moist than the righteous women I’d served before, but she was more gentle. Her farts, not so much. It was an overwhelming gust of foul wind that exploded from her. My tongue had the hardest time absorbing the gas, but she was impressed in the end. “He’s not bad at all! Certainly has the potential to make it as my shit eater.”
“I’m glad you feel that way,” Aditi said. “You can keep him if you want.”
“I sure will. Thanks a lot, Aditi.” Chandana said. She then grabbed me by the throat and took me to her car, dumped me in the trunk and drove home.

In every way, Chandana was the most imposing of all the Mistresses I’d worked for in the past few days. Physically, she was the largest of them all, almost the combined size of Priya and Aditi, but her gorgeous skin and revealing clothes taunted me with fearsome supremacy. And unlike the other mistresses, this girl wasn’t about fast and furious movements, kicking or punching slaves for her personal pleasure. She had a more subtle dominance about her, and her legs looked like they had killed at least a dozen men between them.

I knelt before her in the corner of her toilet, struggling to keep myself erect using my hands, since my legs had been chopped off. I had Chandana’s fresh hot socks in my mouth, breathing all of her foot odor into my lungs. As she towered over me, her knees were in front of my face, ready for action. She sported a subtle smile as she watched me choke to the smell of her socks. “This is nice,” she said, gesturing towards my nonexistent legs. I like my shit eaters ready for me without legs.”

I sucked her socks even more intensely to make sure there wasn’t a single thing I was doing wrong.

“How much would you enjoy dying for me?” Chandana asked, bringing her foot to my cock. I sucked her socks even harder and tried to smile. “You do know that you’re going to die for me, don’t you?” I nodded and sucked furiously. “Good. Now, do you know why that happens to people like you?” She ran her foot along my jaw, making me drop her socks gently from my mouth. “I give you permission to speak.”

“Chandana, losers like me were made for the sole purpose of serving supreme winners like you. It’s a matter of pride that I will die from your farts and shit.”

“Hmmm, Priya and Aditi must have made you memorize that answer. Anyway, since you know your theory well enough, let us get down to the practicals.” She stepped into my groin and turned around, covering my face with her gigantic buttocks. “It’s much harder to eat my shit than Priya’s or Aditi’s. You see, my shit is so much thicker than a shit eater’s throat. Most of them choke up and die for me the very first time they try.” As a finishing effect to that sentence, she let out a thunderous fart on my face and smothered me in the stench. “But it’s the best possible death a loser like you can die. Imagine, if my farts smell like this what would my shit taste like?”

“It would be awesome, Mistress.” I mumbled with lips between the warm core of her ass.

“It would be the perfect happy ending for you,” she said, finishing the stinky smother. “That’s why I’ve decided not to train you on how to eat my shit. But if you figure it out on your own, I will let you live in my toilet and take part in my experiments. But of course, I also want to evaluate you before I shit in your mouth. In the pizza party today evening, you will be passed around and used by all the girls in my class. If you eat all their shit properly, I will shit in your mouth and try to kill you.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” I said, only to have the big girl turn around and gas my face yet again.

“You’re welcome,” Chandana said. Do you realize how lucky you are? I am going to shit in your mouth after a nice hot pizza. That kind of cheese always makes me so gassy. After that I shit so much, it is just ridiculous. And you get to eat it all up. You, just a novice shit eater getting that lucky. In fact, I’m going to beat you up right now, just to make up for all the joy you’re going to feel.” She stepped away, picked up her toilet brush and began to hit me with it. Her assaults were so powerful, they penetrated through my skin and cut deep into my bones. “You sick, ugly shit eater. I hope you die today.” There was nothing to do but bear the pain she relentlessly delivered. Soon, I was next to her commode bleeding out of every orifice left in my body. She stopped as suddenly as she started, pinned me between her thighs and dropped a huge stink bomb on my face and smothered me in it. “But don’t die yet, you should get ready to eat the shit of seventeen girls from my class.”