As the bolded words flashed across the screen, Mistress Isabella couldn't help but chuckle devilishly. She had found herself a truly passionate follower in this cuckold, who seemed to relish every humiliating aspect of their online relationship. Today, she was taking things to the next level - making him not only watch but participate in something truly disgusting.
It had started with a simple video call. The cuckold, or rather his "slave", had set up the camera in their bathroom, hoping to catch a glimpse of their mistress's ass as she used the toilet. Little did he know what Isabella had in store for him.
Dressed in nothing more than a skimpy black thong and heels, Isabella strutted into the frame, her perfect round rear end on full display. She grinned wickedly as she climbed onto the toilet seat, relaxing her muscles and holding her breath as she let loose a massive log of diarrhea. It flooded the bowl, causing the water to splash up around her bare thighs.
As she wiped her backside clean, she leaned down, her face mere inches from the camera. "Do you want some, cornutazzo?" she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm and contempt. The cuckold could only squeak out a desperate nod, their face pale as they watched in horror but arousal.
With a wicked grin, Isabella reached into the toilet bowl, her hand covered in warm feces. She scooped up a generous helping and brought it up to the camera, letting it drizzle down onto the cuckold's exposed genitals. They groaned, their cock twitching despite itself. "Open your mouth," she commanded, and they complied without hesitation.
Isabella grinned as she leaned forward, her breasts brushing against the lens. Slowly, she pushed her shit-covered fingers deep into the cuckold's mouth, forcing them to taste and feel the disgusting coating. She groaned in pleasure as they began to lap at her fingers like a starved dog, their saliva mixing with the warm feces.
As she finished cleaning her hands, Isabella sat back on the toilet, her perfect ass on full display once more. "Now," she purred, "it's your turn." Her fingers tapped impatiently against her thigh as she waited for the cuckold to comply.
And comply they did. The cuckold rose from their seat, their movements slow and deliberate as they approached the toilet bowl. With trembling hands, they undid their pants and stepped out of them, leaving them puddled around their ankles. Kneeling down before the toilet, they lifted the seat cover - their mistress's scent hitting them hard - and presented their face for what they knew was coming.
Isabella chuckled darkly as she watched, a sense of triumph washing over her. This was truly what she lived for - reducing her slaves to nothing more than pathetic worms at her feet. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against the lens once again as she held her breath. And then, with a push, she emptied her bowels onto the cuckold's exposed face and chest.
The cuckold moaned around the mouthful of shit in their mouth, their cheeks bulging with Isabella's disgusting offering. Tears welled up in their eyes as they looked up at their mistress, pleading for mercy with their gaze. But mercy was something that Isabella had long since forgotten how to show.
Instead, she sat back casually, watching as the cuckold began to lap at her feces like a starving dog. "Good boy," she cooed, reaching down to pat their head affectionately. "Enjoy your meal." With a wicked grin, she grabbed the camera, ending the call abruptly.
The image of the cuckold, kneeling before the toilet bowl with shit covering their face and chest, burned in her mind's eye. It was a sight that brought her immense pleasure, a reminder that she was in control and would continue to dominate her pathetic minion. And as she lay in bed that night, drifting off to sleep with a satisfied smile on her lips, she knew that there was nothing her cornutazzo would love more than to satisfy her again tomorrow.
