Lady Scarlet enjoyed her morning cigarette after breakfast, the gentle buzz coursing through her veins as she looked down at her bound, kneeling slave. His eyes never left her, filled with both fear and anticipation, as they had been for many days now. She enjoyed the power she held over him, the control she exerted over his body and mind.
As she smoked, the more she felt the urge to defecate. Pulling the slave closer with her leather-bound heel, she bent over him, her perfect ass inches from his lips. His eyes widened as she grinded her hips, teasing him with the scent of her impending release. Finally, she let go, unleashing a torrent of feces onto his waiting tongue and into his open mouth.
He was trained well; he had been for years. His tongue skillfully worked to clean her, but he was slow about swallowing. She smirked, reaching down to cup his chin in her hand. "Come now, don't be so resistant," she purred, grinding her hips against him roughly. With a snap, she pulled his head back and forced the half-smoked cigarette butt into his mouth, the embers burning his tender flesh. "You'll learn to swallow quickly when it's me."
Her heels dug into his tender nipples, drawing a yelp from him as she ground herself against him. A cruel laugh bubbled up from her throat. "Yes, you're mine now. You'll do as I say without question." She stood up, the slave's cum-stained face covered in her filth. She paused for a moment, considering him. "You did good," she said finally, her tone almost kind. "Here." With a flick of her wrist, she tossed him her panties, stained with her piss and sweat.
He caught them gratefully, holding them to his face like a prized possession. As she walked away, he could hear her laughter echoing in his ears. He knew that he was hers, body and soul, and that there was no escape from his miserable existence as her slave. Still, he stayed kneeling, waiting for her return. Because despite the humiliation, the pain, and the degradation, he couldn't live without her. Not anymore.
