He peed once or twice during the night.But when he came to her in the morning, he looked down at her and said, "Open your mouth."She did as instructed... and he sat on her face with his anus directly over her mouth. He was about to give his slave her first taste of solid waste--shit.He felt the pressure of his shit in his bowels--the need to have a bowel movement. He sucked in a breath and pushed. The feeling of his shit sliding past his sphincter always felt good. He had to press a little. Luke was looking up at me so submissively.At that moment I could have kissed him, a thought that must have comefrom my feminised mind. Instead I ordered him to lick my boots and myslave willingly lowered his head and started to tongue clean the bootsthat a few days ago Martin had made me clean in the same way. I watchedhis head moving and could feel his tongue through the plastic as helicked them greedily. I asked him if there was anything else that hewanted me to do. 'Please Mistress, may I be. And after all these years, i think i can share some thoughts that might help understanding it.It was a weekend in january some 9 years ago. I was raised in a middle western european country, in the suburbs of the capital city. I was with my first boyfriend, and we stayed for a night at one of his more distant relatives house in a small town while the parents were away. I had to lie to my parents that we will have adult company, as they would never let me stay somewhere without being watched. "Just help you sister out" "No one will see you but us" "Are you here to support your sister or not". Sis, who at first was just joking, now was taking the ideas seriously. "Please" "Do it for me" she said. I looked at mom for a voice of reason but got only "go ahead honey, model them for us" "Fine" I relented and back to the dressing room I went.I followed the statuesque salesclerk into the dressing area. It was a large room with a white vanity table, white chair, and several ornate mirrors..