As the smell of breakfast wafted through the air, Bastienne awoke quietly, making sure not to disturb her toilet slave, Mr. Piggy. She had been calling him in for the last month now, and he never failed to impress her with his commitment and obedience. Today was no different; she could see him lying motionless on the cold floor next to the toilet, eagerly awaiting her call.
With a soft chuckle, Bastienne made her way to the bathroom, her tight little ass swaying gently beneath her short nightgown. Mr. Piggy's eyes widened as he saw his mistress approach; he knew what was coming next. Bastienne stopped by the side of the toilet and leaned over, offering him a moment of hesitation before she spanked his bare bottom hard.
"Remember where you are, Mr. Piggy," she said, her voice heavy with authority. "You belong here, at my feet, and your only purpose is to please me. Now open up that pretty mouth of yours and get ready for a feast."
Mr. Piggy opened his mouth wide, knowing what was coming next. He closed his eyes and thought of Bastienne's words as she began to push her morning turd down his throat. It was thick and gooey with a strong smell of coffee and eggs, but he took it all in without hesitation. Bastienne watched intently as he struggled to keep the turd inside; she loved seeing him squirm with discomfort.
"That's my good boy," she cooed. "Don't you just love breakfast at Mistress Bastienne's?"
As Mr. Piggy continued to push the turd down, Bastienne reached behind him and started to pleasure herself. She could feel her juices trickling down her leg as she imagined his tongue, probing every inch of her ass. She moaned softly, her hand moving faster on her own pleasure button.
"That's it, Mr. Piggy," she whispered. "Swallow every last bit of it. And don't you dare try to spit it out."
As he felt the turd slide down his throat, Mr. Piggy felt a wave of nausea washing over him. He tried to push it back up, but Bastienne's hand tightened around his neck. She squeezed gently, reminding him of his place and the consequences of disobeying her. He whimpered softly, willing himself to swallow the rest.
Bastienne smiled down at him, satisfied with his obedience. She leaned in close and took one last look at him before standing up straight. Mr. Piggy curled up into a ball, his cheeks still bulging from the turd he had just ingested.
"Good boy," Bastienne purred. "Now get yourself cleaned up and get ready for your next assignment."
Mr. Piggy crawled to the corner of the room, his heart pounding. He could feel the aftertaste of his mistress's morning meal lingering on his tongue, a bitter reminder of his place in the world and the ultimate humiliation he endured for her pleasure.
