Disclaimer: This is a story of pure fantasy and should be treated as such. Do not expect the conventional. All characters are of legal age. This story includes elements of scat, pee, trans characters, femdom and extreme domination.
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I awoke naked on a bare mattress on the floor. My head was pounding from the previous night of humiliation and pleasure. A ray of sunlight entered through the single uncovered basement window. This was the first morning in a few days that I opened my eyes to something besides complete darkness. It was quite refreshing. It took a few moments until I realized I was covered in various smelly substances. I brought my hand to my head and felt a clump of what I assumed was shit, smeared into my wavy, blonde hair. I smelled like piss and body odor, and was in desperate need of a shower. The mattress I slept on was stained yellow, with the stray piece of shit here and there.
I couldn't remember anything after expelling my wine enema all over Natasha. I remember the extreme discomfort, followed by extreme relief. The only evidence was my shit covered hair, stained mattress, and aching holes. I needed some water and an aspirin. I couldn't decide if I should get up off the mattress and find Mistress, or wait for her come and instruct me. I decided to wait for her. While I waited I worked at the brown clumps in my hair. I picked most of it out before I heard the basement door open, followed by familiar, heavy footsteps. My heart raced and a smile came over me as her large, amazonian figure stepped into the light. She was fully clothed in a tight, sexy business suit. Her skirt reached to the top of her knees, with a zipper up the right side. She loves that skirt, because it allows her to quickly expose herself so that her slaves can please her.
Mistress is a massive, intimidating woman. She towers over me by almost 2 feet. Her large breasts and ass could easily suffocate me (which is something I regularly fantasize about). Compared to her, I'm quite a bit chunkier. My barely adequate breasts barely reach past my gut, and my ass is large and lumpy. at 4'8" I weighed about 180lbs. But thanks to my excessively large meals, I am expeted to gain weight pretty quick. Mistress loves to call me a pig, and I would happily fulfill that role. Ever since I was young, I've had strange turn-ons. I get turned on when people tease me about my weight. I always felt drawn to bullies and generally dominating personalities. Shortly after high school, I put up an ad online for a mistress. Mistress Shauna was glad to answer the ad. Once she showed up at my door, my old life was over and my new life began. There was no permission needed. No safe words. I was hers to use, and what I wanted was irrelevant. She has pushed my boundaries and made me a better servant. I've learned how to be a toilet, and how to use my holes to please.
These last few days have been a whirlwind. In such short time I have experienced things that I thought could only be fantasy. I've been humiliated, suffocated, fisted, and have had both of my holes stretched to the max. Mistress Shauna is a fan of the extreme and creative. Even though a safe word was never established, I trust her. I am willing to rise to any challenge, even if I can't help but resist her at first. The first time I was smothered by her large, filthy ass, I truly became free. I was brought to darkness when I ran out of air, and woke up into another world, with Mistress giving my nipples a harsh twist.
She approached the stained mattress that I slept on. I stood up as quickly as I could and nearly lost my balance.
"Have a good sleep?" Her voice boomed, pushing my headache into overdrive. I nodded. I slept pretty heavily after such exhausting activity from last night.
"Good. Come upstairs with the rest of us. We're all gonna have breakfast and watch video from last night. Gotta figure out where to make some edits before it goes up for sale." Said Mistress. I was curious to see what happened after I blacked out.
"You were absolutely smashed from the wine enema. Do you remember all of last night?" She asked.
"No, Mistress. I don't remember anything after I... Let the enema out ." I said. For some reason, I was still shy about saying all those humiliating, dirty things.
Mistress laughed and led me to the stairs. At about halfway up, Mistress stopped so suddenly that my face almost ran into her. I felt her hand grab my head, and before I could react, my nose was crushed into the cloth of her skirt. She strained and grunted before a hot, wet fart escaped her ass.
"I better hear you inhale my gift, pig." Mistress barked. I did as she ordered and I inhaled audibly. It wreaked of rotting death, but there was something there that made my spine tingle. It was familiar. I was starting to get turned on by all Mistress had to offer. Her shit, piss, spit, and cum were gifts, and I was starting to feel more grateful. I thanked her enthusiastically as she let my head go.
"Good girl." Said Mistress. We continued up the stairs into the living room. There I saw Carlos and his slave, Natasha. Carlos sat spread out on the couch; his muscular arms reached from one side of the couch to the other. He was nearly naked, wearing only a pair of black boxers. The head of his thick cock was poking out the bottom. Their shared South American heritage explains their similarities. Both were massive. Most of Mistress' size came from her tits and ass, while Carlos was mostly muscle. He is taller than Mistress by just a few inches, which makes him that much more intimidating. I have vague flashbacks from last night of him handling my chunky frame like a rag doll. I remember feeling totally helpless. Instantly, I felt a tingle in my pussy.
Sitting on the floor in front of the couch was his slave, Natasha. She is a tall, thin black woman with features tighter than any other woman I've seen. Her juicy lips and large, brown eyes are her most notable features. A close second is her smooth, buzzed black hair. She had no breasts to speak of; only large, dark nubs that are her nipples. Of course, that doesn't stop Carlos from leaving his marks on them. Her ass is perfect for her incredibly long, thin legs. It's just perky enough; easily grabbed but not wrinkled and saggy like mine.
Carlos gestured towards Mistress and patted the seat next next to him. She gleefully skipped to the couch and sat down. He left his arm draped behind her on the back of the couch.
"Come sit, slave. Natasha, go get her breakfast" Said Mistress, spreading her legs and pointing at the ground between them. Natasha got up and left the room. I quickly walked over and knelt on the ground, facing her. She clicked her tongue in annoyance.
"No, facing away, idiot. You're gonna watch last night's video too. You might learn a thing or two." Said Mistress. I apologized and quickly turned around. Natasha returned with a plate stacked with pancakes, sausage, and ham; coated in syrup. She placed it on the floor in front of me, and went back to her spot in front of Carlos. I knew it would take some work, considering my hangover. Mistress didn't seem to think there was enough, however.
"Hold on, piggy. I got a treat for you." She said while stepping over me in a hurry. Mistress unzipped her dress and squatted over the plate.
"I've had to shit so bad since I woke up." Mistress said. She didn't even need to strain to allow the soft shit to stream out of her ass. The long, thin turd draped completely over the tall stack of pancakes. It wasn't much, but I could easily smell if from a few feet away. I knew it was going to be especially strong . Mistress moaned in relief as she stood and backed up to my face. I had a feeling I knew what was going to happen, so I put myself in a comfortable position and opened my mouth.
"Such a good girl!" Cooed Mistress as she spread her cheeks, exposing her messy hole. I enthusiastically shoved my face into her massive ass. She let go of her cheeks, trapping my face inside. I lapped quickly, hoping she would free me before I ran out of air. I was having flashbacks to the first time I was in this position, when I ended up rubbing my big clit to a climax, without asking for permission. My pussy was getting hot again, but I knew now wasn't the time. I couldn't handle a punishment right now. Mistress released my face, and I instantly gasped for air. She casually zipped her skirt back up and sat down on the couch.
