As the morning sunstreamed into his apartment, Luke awoke groggily to the buzz of his phone on the nightstand beside him. The text message was from his beloved Mistress Margo: "Be ready to serve tonight at 8 PM sharp. Don't disappoint me, toilet slave." A shiver of excitement ran down Luke's spine, and he quickly set about preparing for the evening ahead.
At exactly 8 PM on the dot, Luke presented himself at the door of Mistress Margo's opulent home. He knelt humbly on the floor, his head bowed in submission as he awaited her command. After several tense moments, the door finally creaked open, and there she stood before him, resplendent in a sleek black dress that hugged her voluptuous figure.
"Rise, toilet slave," Mistress Margo's velvety voice commanded. Luke rose slowly, trembling in anticipation of her every whim. "First, you will serve as my ashtray," she said, lighting up a cigarette and exhaling a plume of smoke directly into his face. "Swallow every last bit."
Obeying her command, Luke opened his mouth wide to accept the stream of smoke that drifted into his mouth. His tongue darted out to taste her, and he felt a surge of humiliation course through him. This was his ultimate purpose, to serve as an extension of Mistress Margo's will.
Next, Mistress Margo slipped off her shiny patent leather heels and placed them against his lower lip, commanding him to taste the sweat and dirt that had accumulated on them. He pushed his tongue out, forcing the stinky footwear into his mouth as he gagged on the unfamiliar taste.
"Now, for the real treat," Mistress Margo purred, leaning back into her plush armchair. "I want you to worship my feet while I give you a little CBT practice." Without another word, she slipped out of her shoes and began thrusting her naked toes into his face, commanding him to suck each one clean.
As Luke's mouth became more accustomed to the taste of Margo's feet, she upped the ante by applying pressure to his already-sensitive balls. "I want you to feel every ounce of pain as you worship my feet, toilet slave," she hissed. Luke moaned in agony, both from the pain in his balls and the desperate need to please her.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Mistress Margo stood up and grabbed Luke by the hair, pulling him to his feet. She led him to the bathroom, where she lowered her gleaming, black thong to his face once again. "Eat it," she commanded. Luke opened his mouth wide and swallowed the fabric whole, knowing that there would be no mercy if he disobeyed.
The climax of the evening arrived when Mistress Margo positioned Luke on his knees before the edge of the tub, making him watch as she unzipped her skirt and lowered her perfect ass onto the rim of the bath. He could smell the rich, earthy scent of her poop wafting up towards him, and his heart raced in anticipation.
Without any warning, Mistress Margo unloaded a huge, steaming log of shit right into Luke's open mouth. He gagged and retched, but she didn't stop, forcing him to swallow every last bit of the foul-tasting substance. Over the next few minutes, she continued to defecate directly into Luke's mouth, filling him up until he felt like he would burst.
As the final log slid down his throat, Mistress Margo slapped him hard across the face. "Well done, toilet slave," she said, a wicked glint in her eye. "Now, get ready for some more punishment tomorrow." And with that, she dismissed him, leaving Luke to crawl back to his own humble abode, his body aching and his mind reeling from the events of the evening.
