I used to have a Mistress who lived about 10 miles from me, and she knew I couldn't resist a challenge and she knew I had a bit of a poo fetish, but even so, I was still surprised when she took me for a picnic in April this year.
She lay out the rug and got out a family size home made trifle. She told me I had to eat it all up, even if it made me sick.
She also told me that the ingredients included her own poo.
Jell with fruit, sponge and poo. Topped with custard, then cream, then a crumbled chocolate flake.
Miss made me put my hands behind my back, then fed me the trifle, spoon by spoon, telling me to chew it and let her know what flavours each spoonful included.
Some mouthfuls were very pleasant, and others were gut churning, but I sat on the picnic rug, with the hugest erection I had ever experienced and I desire to complete the whole trifle no matter how hard it got.
I was half way through before I began to gag, but Miss told me I had to complete the task even if I was sick.... So I took a break, had a drink and carried on. The last mouthful was almost completely poo, and as I chewed and swallowed I felt like how I imagine Olympians feel when they cross that line for the gold medal.
YES!!!
