As I sat comfortably in my custom-made leather throne, I contemplated my latest customer's request. Yes, I would certainly enjoy beating a man into submission and making him beg for my shit - it was exhilarating and perversely satisfying.
Moving from my throne, I approached the naked, trembling man cowering before me. He'd been beaten beyond recognition, his body covered in welts and bruises from the beating I'd given him earlier. With an evil grin, I grabbed a whip from its holder on the wall, raising the anticipation in the room.
"Your only hope of mercy lies in agreeing to my terms," I purred, drawing out each word for emphasis. "You will crawl into a plastic wrap and beg for my shit."
He winced at my words, tears streaming down his face as he tried to process what I'd just said. Slowly, he nodded his head in submission, praying that this was the correct decision.
"Good boy," I praised him, savoring the taste of power in my voice. Wrapping a length of clear plastic around myself, I sat down on top of him, crushing his chest beneath my weight. His breath hitched as I undid my shitty pants and smeared hot, steaming feces onto his face.
"Eat it," I commanded, grabbing a fistful of his hair and forcing his face into the warm waste. His initially repulsed expression soon turned to one of desperation as he tried to consume as much as possible before I grew bored. Satisfied with his efforts, I stood up and grabbed a metal gag from a nearby table.
Forcing him to his hands and knees, I placed the gag into his mouth until he could no longer speak. With his tongue tied up, there was nothing he could do but wait for my next command. Glancing down at him, I saw that his face was slowly turning pink from embarrassment.
"That's my good little shit-lover," I cooed, feeling a rush of power course through me. Pulling on his hair, I pulled his head back, manually releasing my bowels onto his face and neck. He tried to turn away, but the gag prevented him from moving more than a few inches.
As the act got messier, I began to grow bored. Grabbing one of the shitty rags I kept nearby, I forced him to taste the fecal-laced water as well. Once he'd cleansed himself, I removed the gag and wiped away the excess mess.
Grinning maliciously, I ordered him to eat the remainder of the waste sitting in his mouth. His face contorted in disgust as he attempted to swallow around the metal gag. Watching him struggle, I felt a strange sense of pride welling up within me.
Satisfied with his efforts, I ordered him to clean himself before presenting himself to me again. The next time we met, I had an entirely different punishment planned for him - one designed to push him even further into depravity.
And so it went, our twisted dance of dominance and submission. Each time he thought he'd reached rock bottom, I found a new way to push him deeper into the abyss. He may have started as my customer, but now, he was mine - body, mind, and soul.
