Mistress Isabella, also known as Goddess Isis, was an Italian domina who ruled over her slave with an iron fist. Today, she commanded him to partake in an especially degrading task. He sat apprehensively on the bathroom floor, his eyes fixed on her perfect behind reflected in the mirror.
"Now, my slave," she purred, her voice echoing in the tiled room, "eat all my Italian shit."
He swallowed nervously, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting her forbidden fruit. The mistress had warned him that this would be a test of his obedience, and he couldn't bear the thought of failing her. He leaned forward, opening his mouth wide as she slowly lowered her delicate derriere towards him.
Without hesitation, he closed his lips around her supple cheeks and began to suckle on her flesh. Her excrement flooded his mouth, coating his tongue and filling his senses. He tried not to gag, as she had instructed him, only to swallow every last drop.
A thin stream of diarrhea trickled out of her anus, and he licked it up eagerly. He felt the warmth of her fecal matter spread through his body, igniting a fire in his loins. He was hers, and she alone could command him like this.
Mistress Isabella watched with rapt attention as her young slave pleasured her in this manner. She ran her fingers through his hair, feeling the softness against her skin. Her right hand rested on his head, guiding him to deeper into her bowels.
"Do you enjoy eating my shit, slave?" she asked, her gaze turning icy cold.
"Yes, Mistress. I love it," he replied, his voice shaking with excitement.
She smiled, pleased with his response. This was exactly what she wanted to hear. Her pleasure was all that mattered.
As he lapped up every last drop of her excrement, Mistress Isabella moved closer to the mirror. She watched intently as he worshiped her in this most intimate way. She let out a soft moan, knowing that he was now fully under her control.
With a deep sigh of satisfaction, Mistress Isabella stepped away from the mirror. She turned to face her slave, her eyes glinting with excitement.
"Now that you've proven yourself," she said, her voice low and threatening, "I want you to do something else. I want you to go online and find someone else who wants to be my human toilet."
The slave gasped, unsure of what she meant.
"You heard me," she hissed, her tone dangerously relaxed. "I want you to find someone who will take my shit just like you have. And when you do, you must bring them here so that I may train them as well."
The slave shook his head in disbelief, but he knew better than to argue with his mistress. This was her command, and he would follow it without hesitation.
With a final nod, Mistress Isabella dismissed him. He rose unsteadily to his feet, still feeling the warmth of her fecal matter inside him. As he left the bathroom, he could hear her singing softly in the other room. She seemed content for now, her mind no doubt already planning her next humiliating task for her eager slave.
