Warning: This story contains intense degradation activities, events and plots that are capable of offending your sensibilities if you are not into humiliation and degradation of male submissives.
Read, only if you are comfortable with this theme. Thanks.
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My eyes were fixed on her bum cheeks as they slid against each other in that light material she wore. My eyes were fixed on the bum that just fed me dark-brown shit. She walked away like a privileged woman, with pride of some sort, while I paced behind her, as humbly as I could. "Thank you, Mistress Nicole," I said to her, bowing, even though she didn't bother to look at me, and probably didn't want me to talk unnecessarily because keeping my mouth in the condition she wants me to keep it in is paramount, but still, I must show some manners.
I sauntered back to the sofa, thinking about what just happened. Our neighbour, Nicole, just took a dump in my mouth, and she's coming back in two hours, to check on me, and when she does, my mouth must remain in the messed-up state she left it--stuffed with the tissue paper she cleaned her ass with, and reeking with remnants of her shit. This means I have to control my salivation, so as not to have that wash the filth away.
I stared at the tv and saw that the match was twenty minutes to halftime, and Arsenal hadn't conceded nor scored any goals. The match was goalless for now, but the gameplay was getting tense.
My interest in the match had dissipated, and though I had my eyes on the tv, I wasn't seeing anything but the image of Nicole. My mind haunted me with images of what had just happened--how she lowered her black ass unto my face and unloaded her faecal waste into my mouth and watched me eat it. And the mess she made in my mouth must remain until she returns. She's not a nice woman, that's for sure.
With the soiled tissue paper in my mouth and smears of her shit on my tongue and inner walls of my mouth, I watched the first half to the end, the interviews in between, and the second half. At the end of the match, I read the scoreline, boldly printed in the middle of the screen, 1--1. I wondered where was I when both teams scored those goals? I was right here in front of the tv, but missed the moments. I was watching, but I wasn't watching.
I had more than enough time to sit down there and have the taste of Nicole's shit roll over my tongue. And I had not just the taste to deal with, but also the smell too. It masked my face and filled my nose. Every breath I took was the smell of Nicole's shit. As I relished the taste of her shit on my tongue and its smell in my nose, I meditated on the memory of her ass coming down on me. She was all I could think about until I heard a knock on the door. Instinctively, I knew it must be her. It was.
I hurried to the door, opened it and went on my knees, bowing my head as expected. She closed the door and pushed my chin up with her index finger. I opened my mouth wide for inspection. She leaned forward and checked briefly, then walked in. "Come."
She sat on the sofa and I crawled to her, and while at her feet, I rose on my knees and tilted my face upwards again, so she could inspect my mouth.
"Wider," she demanded.
I opened my mouth as wide as it could go and she checked my mouth. It was still stuffed with the tissue paper she cleaned her ass with, though it was a little bit wet now, but I had been successful with having minimal saliva secretion in my mouth.
"Alright. Chew," she said to me.
