Lady Shay, a confident and dominant woman, stood over her toilet with a smug grin on her face. She knew her new pet, whom she'd named "the swallower," would soon arrive. Every time he came to visit her, he would beg to get on his knees beneath the toilet seat, ready to serve her in any way she desired. Today, Lady Shay had something particularly nasty planned for him.
She heard a knock on her door—nervous yet eager—and her servant let himself in. He wore a plain white t-shirt and black underwear, his back bowed as he greeted her mistress with a shaky, "Mistress Shay."
She approached him slowly, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She reached down, grabbed his chin, and lifted his face to look into his eyes. "You're here for me, aren't you?" She asked, her tone laced with pleasure at his obvious submission.
The man nodded mutely, his mouth watering at the thought of what was to come. Without further warning, Lady Shay raised her dress just slightly, revealing the soft curve of her ass. "Get on your knees, swallower," she hissed.
The man dropped to his knees immediately, feeling the coldness of the tile floor seeping through his thin layer of clothing. Lady Shay positioned herself directly over him, her perfect ass hovering just above his face. She teased him for a moment, rocking her hips back and forth, before finally sighing in satisfaction and releasing a fat, juicy turd onto his eagerly waiting tongue.
The man closed his eyes, savoring the taste of her fresh shit as he felt it slide down his throat. He could tell by the moan that escaped her lips that she was pleased with his obedience. When she was finished, she pulled away, her skirt falling back into place as she stepped off the toilet.
Lady Shay walked around him in a slow circle, appraising his performance. She couldn't help but smile at his devotion. "You're such a good little toilet bitch," she purred, stroking his hair gently. "I knew you could never resist me."
She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, her expression turning predatory. "And now," she said, snapping a picture of him covered in her shit, "I have a little something to remind you of our little...transaction today."
With that, she turned her back on him, giving him a perfect view of her asscheeks. "And remember, swallower," she called over her shoulder, "you're mine to command. So next time, you won't even have the pleasure of being human toilet paper."
The man felt a shiver run down his spine, but he knew there would be a next time. And he couldn't wait to see what Lady Shay had planned for him next.
