As the slave lay bound and mummified on the floor, Lady Scarlet walked into the room, her rich red evening gown swishing against her pale legs. She stood over him, taking in the sight of his helpless form wrapped in layers upon layers of linen and bandages. She smiled, knowing that he was completely submissive to her will.
She approached him slowly, her eyes never leaving the contours of his body beneath the fabric. Reaching down, she gently untied the simple yet elegant bow at his throat. Slowly revealing more of his chest with each untied knot, she watched as his eyes grew wider in anticipation of what was to come.
Finally, she stood back and admired her handiwork. "Perfectly helpless and submissive to my every whim," she whispered to herself with a reflective smile. Taking a step closer once again, she knelt down next to him and began to unwind the bandage from his face, leaving just his mouth and eyes exposed.
She reached into a nearby drawer and produced an old pair of pink silk underwear and a pair of elegant heels. The slave's eyes widened as he recognized the feminine garments. "These are," he started to say before she swiftly wrapped a hand over his mouth.
She waited until he stopped struggling before continuing. "Remember," she said in a low, husky voice, "you may only speak when spoken to." With that, she stood up, her dress swishing around her legs once again as she walked to the other side of the room.
The slave watched as she slipped out of her dress, revealing an equally luxurious pair of red silk lingerie. She sat down on the edge of the coffee table and slowly, teasingly pulled her heels off, one by one. With each passing moment, the slave could feel his heartbeat growing louder in his ears.
Finally, Lady Scarlet stood back up and turned around, her heart-shaped ass now presented to him. He could hear her slow, deliberate breaths as he watched her lower herself onto the coffee table. With a gasp, she spread her cheeks apart, revealing her tight pink asshole. Without warning, a stream of hot liquid shit erupted from her anus and landed directly into his mouth.
He could feel the warmth spreading through his body as the feces filled his mouth, threatening to overflow. Lady Scarlet's hand wrapped around his head, holding him in place as she forced him to swallow every last drop. When she finally pulled her hand away, she smirked down at him. "There, now that's out of the way."
She stood up and walked back over to the drawer, retrieving a small vial. "Now this," she said, walking back over to him, "is my nectar. It will cleanse your palate and rid yourself of the last residue of my shit."
She held the vial up to his mouth and he could see the amber liquid within. He opened his mouth and she poured it in, watching as he gulped it down greedily. When he'd finished, she pulled the vial away and smiled. "There," she said, patting his head like a pet. "You're all clean now."
With that, she stood up and walked back over to her dressing table, leaving the slave bound and mummified on the floor. He heard the sound of her brushing her hair and settling into bed, but he didn't move. He knew that she would reconcile the feeling of disgust and the arousal coursing through his body in time. And, in the meantime, he was nothing but her personal toilet.
