The night air was cool, and Siya was restless. As the Queen of the SSBBWs, she had learned to live in luxury at the expense of her slaves. One in particular was her faithful attendant who had served her for years. His loyalty was unwavering, but even the strongest of men couldn't withstand her constant demands for perfection.
Siya's stomach growled, reminding her that it was time to eat again. The meal she had prepared for her slave was particularly horrid - leftover food that even she wouldn't touch. Her mind wandered back to yesterday's feast, which consisted of rotten eggs, spoiled milk, and stale bread. It made her chuckle darkly as she thought about how sickeningly delicious it all tasted.
With a sigh, Siya rose from her golden throne and made her way towards the kitchen. She grabbed the salad bowl that served as her slave's "toilet" and headed back towards the living room. As she entered, she struck a seductive pose on all fours, her plump backside aimed at the waiting bowl. The obese Queen grinned, knowing that this was the moment her slave had been dreading.
Her attendant appeared carrying a tray with what looked to be more of the repugnant meal from earlier. He approached hesitantly, his eyes never leaving the sight before him: his Mistress, naked and on all fours, preparing to defecate into a bowl meant for fine salads.
The slave knelt down next to Siya, his heart pounding in anticipation. She watched as he struggled with his emotions, knowing that he was torn between disgust and desire for her. With trembling hands, he poured the foul broth into the bowl, the pungent smell causing him to gag slightly.
Siya closed her eyes as she felt the warmth spread through her body. It was exhilarating, knowing that her slave was willing to endure such humiliation and discomfort for her sake. When she was done, she pushed herself up with a satisfied groan, revealing the messy remnants of her meal splattered across her ample buttocks.
Grinning widely, she presented her slave with the now dirty salad bowl, expecting him to clean up after her as always. He hesitated for a moment before leaning over and using his tongue to clean every last bit of her waste from the bowl. She watched him hungrily, her gaze boring into his soul.
As the slave finished and set the now sparkling clean bowl on the tray, a chill ran down his spine. He knew that this was only the beginning; there would be many more meals like this, followed by many more acts of submission. But despite it all, he loved his Mistress Siya with all his heart, and he would do anything for her.
