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Officially Dating "Ok, we're officially dating, but I do want there to be, like, an element of slavery involved here." "i agree." Monica and i had stayed up rather late last week hashing out the details of what would soon be our new relationship and my new slavery. With all my other girlfriends, it was basically a relationship with a role playing session about being their slave. While that met my needs for a time, i'd always known that i wanted more. Monica ran into the same problem. Guys who look like me are typically SO MUCH of an alpha male that they can't even turn it off in the bedroom. "We should have a code. Like I clap three times, and then we know, 'it's not a game'." "i can get behind that." "Well, you better get behind me," Monica said with a wry smile and she clapped slowly three times, "I have bad gas." i did as i was commanded and smelled two very quiet, silent farts that smelled like broccoli. --- Now with a few weeks behind us now, things are starting to settle in. Monica really, REALLY enjoys having a slave and i enjoy being owned. We're still figuring out how to deal with the whole Ali thing and approaching her with a lot of caution, but she seems mostly cool about this. It's been exceptionally weird. i was working on a document for work and legit just put the finishing touches on it when i heard "CLAP. CLAP. CLAP." from the other room. i dropped to my knees and crawled through my own apartment into the living room. "Follow me, toilet," Monica's words cut me and filled me with joy all at once. The hardwood under my knees sounded so dense as i crawled behind my Owner, her bulbous butt cheeks bouncing with each step. She was wearing yoga pants, and i could make out every muscle in her ass. She simply waved at her pants when we made it to the bathroom. i pulled them down for her. "Face up my ass." When i obeyed, i was rewarded with a rotten fart. This didn't smell like broccoli. It smelled like a rotten shit. i was right... The tile was cold on my back, but i didn't complain. My arms went into a 90 degrees formation so i could make a toilet seat above my face for Monica. She was looking down on me and her cute, pig shaped nose. She could not contain her smile as she stepped over me and sat down above me, facing my feet. She lifted her feet off the ground, placing her full weight above me. When Monica started, she did not stop. There was a constant, steady stream of shit that immediately filled my mouth and then piled up. The stench hit me so powerfully that i wretched. Monica kicked at my side, "you better hope I never hear that again. My shit is a gift to you, slave." But this was no gift. It was so intensely foul from a stink standpoint. It smelled like a beer fart mixed with a curry shit. Her dump had the consistency of tomato paste. As the turd came out in a single turd form, it glopped together as it piled on my face, becoming merely just a single pile of her dung that i was expected to eat. The smell, though, good god that stink will be in my nose for a few days. It rushed out so quickly from her asshole and i watched as her poop slid past her asshole and fell into my mouth. Her load kept coming and coming. I thought it would stop at one point, but she simply pushed and a monstrous fart that sounded like it came from deep within her belly turned wet and sloppy as her shit then reemerged and piled into the rest of this dump. That was it. It felt so heavy and warm on my face as i heard her sigh when a fart pushed past the dump and somehow made the smell worse. There was a huge pile of poop in my mouth, right under my nose, and i still smelled her fart. It was so brutal. She was laughing, shaking and my arms were getting tired as she stood up. "Wow," she said so quietly, "It's such a big load." She didn't have any further instructions, but then i started eating. It took over an hour, but i got it down. She watched the entire time. When i was finally done with her feces as a meal, she clapped three times. From there, we both showered and talked more about it. She described how intense it felt, knowing that her turds drop into my mouth. i exploded thinking about it. Make no mistake, we might both enjoy this, but we both know she's getting the better end of the deal. It's just that neither of us care. |
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