As I sat in the comfort of my kitchen, enjoying a delicious plate of shakshuka with plenty of garlic, my slave's message popped up on my screen. He seemed to have a rather peculiar request; he desired for me to fill his mouth with nothing but my urine and, if possible, have him taste the remnants of my excrement from the previous day's meal. At first, I couldn't help but chuckle at his boldness. However, as I looked into his pleading eyes through the camera lens, I knew that he would do anything for his mistress. The thought of having such complete control over someone was exhilarating.
Without hesitation, I took a long sip of my morning coffee before standing up from the table. My stomach grumbled audibly as I walked towards the bathroom, knowing full well what was expected of me. I took a moment to relieve myself, filling the toilet bowl with steaming hot piss. The scent wafted into the room, mixing with the aroma of garlic from my earlier meal. Satisfied with my offering, I grabbed a handful of wet toilet paper and began collecting the remaining pieces of my shit from the bowl.
As I made my way back towards the kitchen, I couldn't shake off the feeling of power coursing through my veins. My slave waited patiently on his knees by the table, his eyes fixed on me. Without breaking stride, I placed the soiled toilet paper squarely in front of him and took a seat. "Open wide," I commanded in a husky voice. His mouth opened obediently, and I carefully placed a handful of my urine onto his tongue.
"Taste it," I ordered, watching as he closed his eyes in anticipation. He swallowed slowly, savoring every drop before looking up at me with a mixture of dread and admiration in his eyes. I couldn't help but smile as I reached into the toilet bowl and scooped up a generous portion of my shit onto the plate next to me. "Now, taste this," I said, thrusting the plate towards him. There was no trace of hesitation in his movements; he lowered his head and started devouring my shit like a starving man.
The sight before me was both repulsive and exhilarating, and I found myself growing more aroused by the second. As he licked the last remnants of shit from the plate clean, his tongue darting out eagerly, I stood up and took hold of his hair. "Clean me up," I commanded softly. Without question, he leaned forward and began licking my wet pussy clean, lapping up every drop of my juices. His tongue flicked against my clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
As he worked diligently to please me, I couldn't help but think about how incredibly lucky he was to have me as his mistress. The power I held over him was intoxicating, and the thought of continuing to break him down until he was nothing more than a pathetic mess at my feet sent shivers of excitement down my spine. This was what I lived for: the constant humiliation, degradation, and dominance that defined our twisted relationship. And as long as he was willing to submit to me fully, I would continue to push him to his limits and beyond.
