Clean your plate nicely!
The days are getting shorter again and autumn is slipping into winter. The freshly fallen snow envelops the meadow behind our house in silence.
Mieke is busy keeping the fire going and I delve into my favorite SF book.
"How about a nice glass of mulled wine? That fits nicely with this weather." she asks.
"Yummy!" I say and Mieke goes to the kitchen to warm up the mulled wine.
I also immediately hear the clatter of crockery from the kitchen. Maybe she has some goodies with it.
A little later she enters with two large glasses of very hot mulled wine.
We let it cool down because it is still too hot to drink.
"When the wine is finished, you can do a job for me. I just got a plate dirty and you have to clean it for me."
Of course I am curious what she has achieved now, but I am actually sure that it will be something delicious and exciting.
After we have enjoyed the wine we walk to the kitchen. There I see a flat dinner plate on the counter with a lot of shit.
"The intention is that you take all of that to the toilet with your mouth. Finally, lick the plate completely clean. And the special thing is that you are not allowed to use your hands. That is why I fasten it behind your back with handcuffs."
I undress and put my arms behind my back so that Mieke can fasten the handcuffs. Mieke opens the door to the toilet so that I don't need my hands to open it.
Then I bend over and bury my face in her shit so far that I can take a big bite. With a full mouth I walk to the toilet and empty my mouth above it. It rattles into the toilet.
Walking back and forth between the kitchen and the toilet I repeat my horny transport until there is no more bite to take. In the toilet now almost the entire mountain of poo is like a wet soft gunk.
In the kitchen, I then do my very best to lick the plate completely clean. That works but because my face is also a bit dirty there are still a few brown smudges behind.
Then Mieke says that it is good and she compliments me for an excellent job fulfilled.
"You can only do one more thing."
Then she unbuckles the handcuffs and orders me to go to the bathroom. She tells me to get on my knees in front of the pot. I put a towel in a roll under my knees and kneel on it.
Then she pushes my head down into the toilet bowl from the back. Of course I don't resist, but this compulsion is fantastic. She pushes my face deep into her shit and turns my head back and forth and up and down, grabbing my hair and forcing my head in all directions.
I've never felt like this before. Totally humiliated but in complete safety. This way doesn't really feel like being humiliated, but it's the fantasy that makes it complete. Someone who forces you into something like this but does so with all love is a wonderful feeling of submission and total surrender to your loved one. A loved one who knows everything about you and who you can trust 100% in everything and who will go with you as far as is comfortable for both of you in everything that is important to you.