As Mistress Isabella awoke from her slumber, she felt a gnawing sensation in her gut. It was time for her to relieve herself, and she knew you, dear submissive, were eagerly awaiting the moment you would be allowed to consume her precious excrement.
With a satisfied smirk curling her lips, she climbed out of bed, her plump, round behind gently swaying with each step. She couldn't help but admire her own figure in the mirror; she loved how dominant and alluring she looked, even in just a simple pair of lace panties.
Making her way to the bathroom, she noticed you were already there. You'd been patiently kneeling at her feet, your head bowed in submission as you waited for her command. She chuckled softly to herself; you truly were a devoted little toilet slave.
"My little toilet slave," she purred, her voice like silk against your ears. "It seems you're eager to clean up my messy deposits."
She watched as you eagerly nodded your head, your cheeks flush with anticipation. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal; she loved having such control over you.
"Well then," she continued, "get to work."
With a servile bow, you immediately began attending to her feet. You pressed your lips to her toes, kissing each one reverently as you took in her delicate scent. She let out a contented sigh, feeling the warmth of your breath against her skin.
Meanwhile, Mistress Isabella lit up a cigarette, savoring the taste of the tobacco as it filled her lungs. She exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl lazily around you. It was almost like a dance, the way you moved in sync with her every action.
As the cigarette burned down to the filter, Mistress Isabella knew it was time. She stood up from her knees, her heavy bottom shaking slightly as she got to her feet. You followed her every move, your eyes glued to her behind as she made her way towards the toilet.
With a satisfying grunt, Mistress Isabella expelled a long, worm-like turd into the bowl. It was big and messy, completely covering the water with its filth. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride at the sight.
"Now then," she commanded, turning to face you. "Eat it. All of it."
With trembling hands, you grabbed a handful of the messy turd, bringing it to your mouth. The putrid taste was overwhelming at first, but you forced yourself to swallow. Mistress Isabella watched with hungry eyes, relishing the sight of you devouring her feces.
As you gagged and struggled to maintain your composure, Mistress Isabella couldn't help but chuckle. "That's my good little toilet slave," she cooed. "Always so eager to please."
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, you had cleaned every last trace of her feces from the bowl. Mistress Isabella surveyed her work, satisfied with the level of filth she had left for you to consume.
"Very well done," she praised. "Now, why don't you go and take care of your own needs? I'm sure you must be feeling quite full by now."
With a groan of defeat, you stumbled away from the toilet, your stomach churning uncomfortably. As you disappeared from her sight, Mistress Isabella couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. She knew she was pushing you too far, but the thought of having such absolute power over you was simply too irresistible.
"Until next time, my little toilet slave," she whispered to herself, reaching for another cigarette. "I can't wait to see what other disgusting tasks I can make you perform."
