As Mistress Isabella, I am a demanding woman who expects perfection from those around me. My buttler, on the other hand, hasn't quite been meeting my standards lately. He had informed me that the toilet was broken and in need of repairs, but that he was unable to fix it. This infuriated me even more, as a creature of habit, I rely heavily on my toilet being functional at all times.
My anger grew with each passing moment. I considered firing him on the spot but decided to give him one last chance. I demanded he come to me immediately. When he arrived, flustered and nervous, I informed him that the toilet would not do. "A buttler who cannot fix a toilet is useless," I scoffed. "You have one chance to redeem yourself or you are out of here."
Frustrated with his incompetence, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Literally. I marched over to where he was standing and unzipped my pants, exposing my bare buttocks to him. "Since you can't fix the toilet," I hissed, "You will be my human toilet." My heart was pounding in anticipation of what was about to happen.
I took my time, savoring the power I held over him. I slowly lowered myself onto his face, feeling the warmth of his breath on my glistening flesh. It was exhilarating. I closed my eyes and let out a moan as I felt the pressure building inside me. This was different than using a toilet—it was intimate and taboo at the same time.
It took some time, but eventually, I managed to empty myself onto his face. It was an intense and messy affair, but he took it like a champ. When I was finally done, I let out a satisfied sigh and stood up, zipping my pants back up. "See to it that you don't fail me again," I warned him before walking away, leaving him there, covered in my waste.
