Mistress Iside was sitting on her lavish throne, sipping from her delicate coffee cup as she gazed through the large window, taking in the picturesque view of her vast estate. The tantalizing aroma of fresh tobacco wafted through the air as she lit a cigarette, taking a long drag and exhaling slow, savoring the taste of the smoke as it filled her lungs. Her mind wandered to her loyal slave, who stood beside her waiting patiently for his next command.
She looked over at him, noticing the eager look in his eyes. He was well-trained and knew that after she had her coffee, it was his duty to fetch her ashtray and then stand ready with his mouth open, prepared to receive any stray ashes that may fall from her cigarette. With a satisfied sigh, she continued to puff away, occasionally glancing at the cigarette and then back at him, enjoying the show she knew he would put on.
As she finished her cigarette, Mistress Iside felt an intense urge to relieve herself. Her morbid desires took hold, and she decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to humiliate her slave even further. With a mischievous grin, she ordered him to open wide. He immediately obeyed, his mouth becoming a gaping abyss as he awaited her next command.
She gazed down at him, admiring his submission and willingness to please her in any way possible. It was truly a beautiful sight. With one swift motion, she released the contents of her bowels into his waiting mouth. Her sweet, creamy feces dribbled out of his lips as he struggled to contain the large mass in his mouth.
Mistress Iside watched with amusement as her slave tried desperately to swallow her shit without choking on it. The satisfaction of knowing she had complete control over him filled her with an unparalleled euphoria. When his mouth was finally empty, she ordered him to swallow anything remaining, lest it end up smeared over his face.
The poor slave nodded eagerly and did as he was told, swallowing the tangy residue left behind. It was clear he was not accustomed to such degrading treatment, but he knew better than to disobey his mistress. After what felt like an eternity, Mistress Iside finally decided she had enough and commanded him to stand up. He did so, now covered in her feces from head to toe.
She looked down at him and chuckled, "Now, my little shit-face, you're going to have to clean yourself up. Thank me for this beautiful gift I've given you, and then kneel beside me as you usually do." The slave obeyed, using his tongue to gather any stray pieces of feces from around his mouth and face before kneeling respectfully beside her throne once more.
Mistress Iside reached out, running her manicured nails across his filthy cheek in what she considered a loving caress. "I think from now on, you'll be known as Shit Face," she said with a sinister grin. "After all, you're nothing more than a human toilet to me." He lowered his head in submission, accepting his new name with a hum of understanding.
With that, she dismissed him, knowing he would be off to clean himself up while she indulged in another cigarette, enjoying the power she held over him. The video they had just created would be added to her collection of depraved masterpieces, memories she would cherish forever.
