Mistress Jardena stood atop the high tower, her long brown hair flowing gently in the wind. She looked out over her kingdom, feeling a sense of power and satisfaction wash over her. Today, she had planned a special treat for two of her closest friends.
As she descended the winding staircase, she couldn't help but grin to herself. The thought of them bowing down before her, worshipping her very being, filled her with an intense sense of pleasure. She made her way to her private chambers, where she knew they would be waiting for her.
When she entered, she saw them kneeling on the cold stone floor, their eyes fixed on her. She greeted them kindly, but there was an air of dominance about her that they always found so arousing. "My dear friends," she purred, "I have a special task for you today."
They looked up at her, eager and nervous. "Anything for you, Mistress," they replied in unison. She strutted over to a small table in the corner of the room and revealed the items she had prepared. There was a golden platter bearing a steaming pile of fresh faeces, and adjacent to it was a silver tray holding a pitcher of warm urine.
Their eyes widened in shock and excitement as they recognized what this meant. They were about to become her human toilets. Without another word, she instructed them to lean forward and await her command. With shaking hands, they did as they were told.
With a wicked grin, Mistress Jardena climbed onto the table and positioned herself above them. Her silken robes swirled around her as she slowly started to lower her bare backside towards their waiting mouths. "Drink up, my little shiteaters," she whispered huskily.
The friends couldn't believe their luck as they eagerly lapped up her sweet nectar. Pebble after pebble of her warm, sticky urine slid down their throats, and they moaned in delight. Their tongues flicked out, tasting every last drop they could get.
As they reached the bottom of the pitcher, Mistress Jardena chuckled darkly. "Not bad," she murmured, voice still warm from the pleasure coursing through her body. "Now for the main course." With that, she turned her wrinkled, hairy anus towards them and released a soft, sulfurous fart into their waiting mouths.
They gagged briefly on the surprisingly potent odor, but quickly complied, taking it into their mouths and swallowing it down. "Again, my pets," she commanded, and they prepared themselves for another round of repulsive pleasure.
For what seemed like hours, Mistress Jardena took turns filling their mouths with her foul-smelling gas and shoving her fat turds into their gaping, drooling maws. When she finally grew tired, she stepped down from the table and surveyed her bondage-clad playthings.
They looked up at her, their faces coated in the sticky remains of her waste, and smiled. "We are truly blessed to serve you, Mistress," they croaked. She ruffled their hair affectionately, chuckling to herself.
"Indeed you are, my little shiteaters," she replied with a sly grin.
