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I take pleasure in sharing an intimate moment with my slave. I defecate on a plate, allowing him to observe with wide-eyed fascination. His desire is palpable, his longing for a taste of my excrement evident. Yet, he can only watch as my rich, brown waste plops onto the plate.
The allure of this forbidden act is overwhelming. The dirty talk that ensues only heightens the eroticism of the situation. I must guide my slave, educating him on the merits of servitude. He must learn to appreciate the value of being a toilet for his mistress.
Soon, he will have the privilege of tasting my waste. The mere thought is delightfully filthy. I ensure that the camera captures every detail, holding the plate up for a close-up view of my defecation. I play with my waste, touching it, manipulating it, embracing the taboo.
This is a moment of pure, unadulterated submission and dominance, a testament to the unique dynamics of our relationship. It’s a sight that will leave you breathless, a taste of the forbidden that will leave you craving more.
