Rosalia White, Goddess of the Pawg, stood over her trembling slave, Jack. She wore a black leather harness around her waist, the strap of which was threaded between her thick ass cheeks and secured around Jack's neck. The position forced him to look up at her, his eyes wide with fear and adoration.
"You've really pissed me off this time, Jack," Rosalia hissed, her long red hair cascading down her back. She towered over him, a towering figure of fury. "And you're going to pay for it."
With a sneer, she grabbed the hem of her lacy black thong and slowly lifted it to expose her puckered asshole to his view. She was deliberate, drawing out the anticipation as she leaned in close to his face.
"Now," she growled, her breath hot against his cheek, "you get to watch as your mistress takes a shit on your worthless face." And with that, she let out a deep, guttural moan and pushed, releasing a foul stream of diarrhea straight into his waiting mouth.
Jack choked and sputtered, but he couldn't escape. He was bound to her, both literally and figuratively. He could only watch as Rosalia continued to fill his mouth with her filth, her asshole working overtime to expel every last bit of shit from her system.
"Mmm, that's it," she murmured, her voice low and seductive despite the disgusting act. "Drink it all in, slave." She pulled the harness tighter around his neck, forcing him to open his mouth wider to accommodate her massive turds.
Minutes passed, and the room stank of shit and despair. Jack felt like he was at the edge of sanity, but there was nowhere else he'd rather be than at the mercy of his Master, Goddess Rosalia White.
"That's enough for now," she finally said, pulling the harness off his neck and stepping back to admire her handiwork. Jack fell forward, his face covered in spittle and feces. He couldn't even lift his head to look at her, so consumed was he by shame and humiliation.
"But don't think this is over, Jack," she warned, her voice dripping with menace. "I will keep finding new ways to punish you, until you learn your place." With that, she turned away, leaving him there to wallow in his own filth.
Jack lay there, exhausted and defeated, until he mustered the strength to push himself up. He stumbled over to the edge of the bed, digging his fingers into the mattress to steady himself. He looked over at the camera, their eyes meeting through the lens.
"Remember, slaves," Rosalia's voice boomed in his head, echoing through the room. "This is your punishment for failing me. And there will be more where that came from." She paused, her eyes boring into him. "Unless you learn to please me better."
Jack shook his head, trying to clear her words from his thoughts. But he knew she was right. He had failed her, and he would pay the price. And as he lay there, covered in shit and regret, he couldn't help but wonder what form her punishment would take next.
