As the sun set behind the towering skyscrapers, illuminating the city's skyline with hues of orange and pink, Jessica stepped out of her luxurious penthouse apartment. She took a deep breath of the cool evening air and let out a contented sigh. Her day had been long and exhausting, but the prospect of a relaxing evening at home lifted her spirits.
Jessica loved to unwind by binging on her favorite TV shows while munching on some junk food. It was her way of escaping the harsh realities of life and indulging herself for once. But there was one thing she couldn't stand - having dirty toilet floors. She found it disgusting beyond belief, and nobody else seemed to share her pet peeve.
That's why she kept a devoted toilet slave named Dave. He would clean the bathroom anytime she asked him, no questions asked. And every time Jessica saw him on his knees wiping her ass, a tiny smile would play on her lips.
As she entered the bathroom, she heard Dave's soft whimpers coming from the other side of the door. He was probably anxious about what was coming. But then again, he always was. Nonetheless, Jessica couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement within her.
"Dave, you know what to do," she purred, her voice echoing through the room. She heard the click of his lighter and then the flame of the candle flared up, illuminating the darkness within the room. It was their little ritual - every time they cleaned up her mess, they had to do it in complete darkness, with only candlelight to guide them.
She felt the familiar warmth spreading between her legs as she pushed down her pants and underwear to reveal her most intimate parts. Without any hesitation, Dave kneeled down in front of her and placed his lips gently on her quivering asshole. Jessica closed her eyes and threw her head back, letting out a long, low moan.
His tongue was not gentle as it delved deeper into her ass, coaxing out every last drop of her thick, creamy shit. He used his hands to knead her bulging clitoris, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Tears rolled down Dave's cheeks; he knew that this wasn't normal behavior, but he was addicted to it.
Jessica's orgasm rocked through her like a violent storm. She cried out, her voice hoarse from the pleasure, and collapsed onto the cold floor. Dave remained by her side, his face covered in her filth, waiting for the next command.
And when Jessica was ready, when she felt clean again, she removed the soiled pants from Dave's trembling hands. She touched his cheek gently with her finger, leaving a trail of her shit on his face.
"Good boy," she whispered before standing up and leaving the bathroom. The candle flickered and died out, casting the room once again into darkness. But within that darkness, Dave remained, alone with his thoughts and the stench of his mistress's shit heavy in the air.
