As Mistress Isabella awoke to the sound of her alarm clock, she felt a slight uneasiness in her stomach. She'd been trying to cut back on her coffee intake, but it seemed to have backfired, as she suddenly found herself in dire need of a bowel movement. Her mind raced with thoughts of preparing a scene for her sissy maid to clean up after her, but with only minutes to spare before work, she decided to forgo any extravagant plans and rushed to the bathroom.
Dressed only in her pajamas and wooden clogs, she raced into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet seat, her cheeks already reddening from the influx of blood rushing to the surface. With haste, she began to push, feeling the familiar heat spread between her legs as her asshole began to stretch and open up. The pressure built within her, making it difficult to focus on anything but the task at hand. Slowly but surely, a large turd began to push its way out of her rectum, fucking her ass in the process.
With a sudden release, the turd slid free, landing with a soft splat on the water in the toilet bowl. Relief washed over her as she realized she'd made it just in time. However, another twinge in her gut told her that wasn't quite the end of it. Clenching her muscles around her butthole, she forced out another smaller turd, followed by a soft shower of diarrhea that cascaded into the water below.
Cleaning herself up, Mistress Isabella couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust at what she'd just done. She grabbed the toilet brush and began scrubbing her clogs, noticing the small flecks of poop that had stuck to them. With a wicked grin, she decided to take matters into her own hands and give her sissy maid a little extra punishment.
"Well then," she said, looking down at the toilet brush and then back up at her maid, "seems like you get to enjoy a little extra today." She lifted her foot and placed the wooden clog in her maid's mouth, motioning for him to begin licking the soles clean. The scent of sweet shit filled the room as the maid, already submissive to his Mistress, began to clean her shoes with his tongue.
With a satisfied smile, Mistress Isabella sat back down on the toilet seat, watching her maid dutifully clean her clogs while she brushed her teeth. The power exchange was intoxicating, knowing she held this much control over another person was overwhelmingly arousing. However, as much as she enjoyed this moment, she knew there would be many more in future. She was Mistress Isabella, after all, and her maid would always be at her beck and call, ready to serve in whatever way she desired.
