Double Trouble - You Become My Toilet Slave
Lena watched her husband walk into the kitchen, noting his morning routine. He always made himself a fresh cup of coffee before heading off to work, just the way she liked it. With a satisfied smirk, she returned to her phone, scrolling through social media and ignoring his presence in the room. Occasionally, she would chuckle at something funny or post a witty comment, all while her husband busied himself brewing the perfect cup of Joe.
As he poured the last of the hot brown liquid into her favorite mug, he turned to face her, expecting her usual gratitude or at least a word of acknowledgment. But instead, all he saw was her beautiful face contorted in disgust as she eyed him up and down. "What...?" He stammered, wondering what he had done to warrant such an expression.
"You, pathetic man," Lena spat out, her voice dripping with venom. "You don't deserve anything but my smelly left-overs." She took another sip of coffee, grimacing slightly at the taste. Her eyes lingered on his protruding stomach before landing on the toilet seat beside him. "I bet you have some fresh treats waiting for me there, don't you?"
John's face turned ashen white, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew exactly what she was talking about - their twisted little secret life that he had started when he became too addicted to her ass. He forced a smile, trying to play it cool. "What do you want me to do, baby?" He asked quietly, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down just enough to reveal his ass cheeks gaping open.
Lena stood up from her chair, approaching John with a sneer on her face. "Oh, don't get too excited, baby," she purred, running her finger along his crack. "You're going to have to earn this one."
She walked over to the toilet, where a pile of dirty underwear sat waiting to be flushed. With a smirk, she leaned over and scooped up several pairs, holding them just close enough so he could see the dark stains on the cotton. She then proceeded to the bathroom, where she began her morning ritual of brushing her teeth and getting ready for the day. All the while, John knelt there, his anxiety growing with every passing moment.
After what felt like an eternity, she emerged from the bathroom, her hair tied up in a neat bun and a fresh application of makeup on her face. She slowly sashayed towards him, taking her time to admire her own reflection in the mirror. As she neared him, she glanced over her shoulder, watching his eyes follow her every movement. "Well, are you waiting for my permission to eat my shit, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress," he whispered, his voice quivering. "I am ready."
With a satisfied smile, Lena sauntered over to the toilet, her hips swaying hypnotically. She let loose the biggest, juiciest turd of the morning, watching with delight as it plopped into the bowl. Her eyes never left his as she repeated this process, producing three thick turds that clung together like a stinky pill. She giggled to herself, enjoying the way he watched her every move with bated breath.
Finally, she stood up straight and turned her attention to the toilet, swaying her hips again as she pushed the ass-cleaning brush up against his lips. She watched with a mix of amusement and arousal as he gingerly reached out, hesitating at first but then diving in. His nose twitched at the putrid smell of her feces, but he quickly buried his face in the toilet bowl, determined to please his mistress.
As he began to lap at her mess, she let out a slow, satisfied breath. "That's it, slave," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "Show me how much you love my filth." More turds followed, each one thicker and longer than the last. Soon, the bowl was filled, and John was left with a thick, heavy pill of shit nestled between his lips.
He struggled to stand up, trying to figure out how to swallow the putrid mass without gagging. Lena's laughter echoed through the room as she Casually watched him choke down what felt like a brick. Once he managed to swallow, he collapsed onto all fours, panting heavily. "Now clean my asshole," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.
She turned around, presenting her perfectly round ass to him. He hesitated for a moment before moving in, tongue darting out tentatively to taste her tender asshole. She moaned softly, pushing him away. "Harder, slave," she ordered, grabbing a handful of his hair and guiding his face back toward her asshole.
With renewed determination, he pushed his tongue deeper into her sphincter, licking away at the mess of her defecation. She bent over further, giving him better access as he teased her rosebud with his tongue. Suddenly, she pushed out one last turd, covering his tongue with a thick layer of her shit. "Ahhh... that's it," she purred, letting out a contented sigh.
When Lena finally stood up, she was satisfied. Her smile radiated pure power as she took another sip of coffee and turned to leave, returning to her phone without a word. John remained on the floor, his body aching from the aftermath of their twisted encounter. But as he looked at the mug of coffee in front of him, he knew that no matter how disgusting their little game got, he would always come back for more. Because somehow, in his sick and depraved mind, it was the only thing keeping him alive.
