Mistress April, a stunningly beautiful and dominant woman, was in her private movie den, enjoying a glass of wine and contemplating her next move. She had recently acquired a new slave, one who was both pathetic and useless in her eyes. As she turned her attention back to the screen, an idea began to form in her mind.
Her slave would make the perfect toilet for her next movie marathon. He would provide a sense of realism that only a live subject could offer. She had heard about people doing such things before, but this was going to be on a whole other level.
Without hesitation, Mistress April summoned her slave and instructed him to undress. He trembled as he obeyed, knowing full well the consequences of disobeying his Mistress. Once naked, she instructed him to kneel on the cold floor, facing away from her.
He could feel her presence behind him as she inspected his body, running her hands over his skin as if he were nothing more than an object. She grabbed a pair of rubber pants and forced them on him, making sure they were tight around his abdomen. She then roughly shoved her bare feet into his mouth, commanding him to suck on her sweaty toes.
As the movie began, Mistress April positioned herself comfortably on the couch, one leg draped over the armrest as she kicked off her shoes. She motioned for her slave to crawl over to her, and he dutifully did so, his face red with shame as he presented himself before her.
"Good boy," she purred, removing a butt plug from a nearby table. Slowly but surely, she forced it into his tight ass, making sure he felt every inch of it. As the plug filled him up, she leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "This is only the beginning."
For the next few hours, Mistress April lost herself in the movie while her slave remained at her feet, the butt plug inside of him serving as a constant reminder of his place. Occasionally, she would stop the movie and make him perform various tasks, such as licking up her spilled wine or sniffing her sweaty feet.
As hunger began to set in, she decided it was time for her slave to truly earn his keep. She retrieved a steaming hot pizza from the delivery guy waiting outside, but instead of allowing him to eat any of it, she instructed him to open wide and she fed him the cheese and pepperoni slices one by one. The taste was delicious, but the humiliation he felt was overwhelming.
Before retiring to bed, Mistress April had one last task for her slave. She instructed him to find a suitable location for her to take a shit, to ensure that it would be a messy and degrading experience for him. He searched through the house, finding only the small utility room with a filthy toilet bowl. It would have to do.
As Mistress April released her bowels, the smell of feces and urine filled the air. She watched as her slave, eyes wide with fear, was forced to clean up her mess. He had no choice but to remove the soiled toilet seat cover and use his tongue to clean the filthy bowl, while simultaneously cleaning himself up from her earlier activities.
Finally, she instructed him to insert a strap-on dildo into his asshole and asked him if he wanted to taste himself. Of course, he obeyed, and as he tasted the mixture of his own filth and semen, Mistress April couldn't help but laugh maniacally. He was truly a pathetic excuse for a human being.
With that, she dismissed him, knowing that he would be crawling back to her the next day, willing to put up with whatever humiliation she had planned for him next. And she couldn't wait to see what that would be.
