Lady Scarlet, a striking beauty clad in a fishnet suit that revealed her private parts, stood before him in all her glory. Laughter echoing off the walls as she looked down upon her slave, chained at her feet. The slave well aware of the luck he had, being in the presence of such an enigmatic woman who exuded confidence and power.
"Now, it's time to become my toilet," she declared, sitting upon a raised floor so that her fruits could be delivered directly to his mouth. She fed them to him slowly, encouraging him to taste and savor every morsel. The look of admiration on his face was not lost on her as he sought her approval and satisfaction.
Finished shitting, she commanded him to pick up what remained with his fingers. Evidently enjoying the dirty work, he did so willingly, still looking up at her with reverence. "Suck them good," she ordered, watching intently as he obeyed without question.
Her gaze shifted from authority to derision, to severity when she needed him to work harder. Then back again to sensuality when she found herself enjoying their shared moment. As she pushed herself to expel the last turds, concentration etched across her face, the slave watched on in awe.
Lady Scarlet's mood swung from fun and contentment to when she filled the goblet with her piss, cloudy today. The slave eagerly drank it all, toasting to her with every drop that passed his lips. When she asked him how he said it, he replied with humble gratitude, "Thank you."
In that moment, Lady Scarlet felt a strange mix of emotions. Pride for the power she held over him, amusement at the lengths he would go to please her, and an inexplicable sense of arousal that coursed through her body. It was intoxicating. And as she looked down at him once more, she knew that she had truly found the perfect partner for her dark desires.
