Mistress Ann sat on the throne, her tone regal as she addressed her servant. "Bow before me, you pathetic excuse for a toilet slave." She commanded, a smirk playing on her lips. The man, trembling with anticipation, lowered himself onto his knees before her, his gaze fixed on her glistening asshole.
"You have been informed of the rules," she continued, her voice carrying an air of condescension. "My shit is sacred and must be worshipped. Now, open your mouth wide and prepare to taste the fruits of my labor." The man obeyed without hesitation, parting his lips as he stared at her ass in anticipation.
Mistress Ann grinned maliciously and positioned herself comfortably on the throne. She took a deep breath, then sighed contently before pushing out a massive turd. It emerged slowly from her asshole, filling the chamber with its putrid aroma. The servant's eyes watered from the stench, but he remained focused on his mistress' ass.
With a triumphant smirk, Mistress Ann released the log into her hands. She held it aloft, presenting it to her servant like a trophy. The man's mouth watered as he watched the turd dangle before him, a trail of shit hanging from its tip.
"Do you find it beautiful?" She asked mockingly, her eyes glinting with amusement. The servant could only nod in response, his mouth still open in anticipation.
With a sharp slap, Mistress Ann brought him back to reality. "Then worship it," she hissed. The man leaned forward, his nose almost touching the turd, as he began to sniff it vigorously. His eyes rolled back in his head, savoring the intoxicating scent of his mistress' shit.
"Now," Mistress Ann continued, her tone growing deeper, "taste the sweet nectar of my ass." She lowered the turd into his gaping mouth, forcing it down his throat. He gagged and choked at first, but continued to swallow as he felt his mistress' power course through him.
For several minutes, Mistress Ann let the turd sit in his mouth, relishing the look of pure ecstasy on his face. Finally, she pulled it out and wiped her hands on his face, leaving a trail of shit behind. "You are dismissed, toilet slave," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "May your next worship session be as satisfying as this one."
The servant scrambled to his feet, bowing deeply before her once more. As he left the throne room, he could feel the warmth of her shit seeping into his clothes, a constant reminder of his place in the world.
