After an invigorating workout at the gym, I stepped into the elevator with my heart racing and a spring in my step. My jogging pants were already clinging to my legs by the time I got off on my floor, but it wasn't from sweat - it was because of something else entirely.
The smell hit me as soon as I stepped into my apartment; it was strong and unmistakable. "Devoted Sub," I grumbled under my breath, "and what have you been up to?" I'd left him detailed instructions while I was out, but here he was appearing in the living room, looking guilty as sin.
"Sorry, Mistress Tempest," he muttered, eyes downcast. "I was just so enthralled with worshiping your scent from your jogging pants, I forgot about the laundry completely."
I raised an eyebrow at him, not buying his excuse for a second. "Well, you have no one to blame but yourself," I said sharply, unzipping my pants and slipping them down over my hips. "I guess you'll be learning your lesson the hard way."
"Yes, Mistress," he nodded, his heart racing in anticipation of what was to come.
I stepped out of my jogging pants and stood before him in just a sports bra and thong, every inch of me primed for what was about to happen. "Come on, then," I commanded, bending over at the waist so he could see the results of his actions.
Devoted Sub's mouth went dry as he saw what he'd been missing – a huge, sloppy turd staining the crotch of my jogging pants. He couldn't believe he'd been so focused on my scent, he'd entirely forgotten about taking care of bodily functions! As bad as he felt about himself, though, seeing his Goddess like this only made him harder.
"You, my dear boy," I said, straightening up and looking him in the eyes, "are going to clean this mess up. And I mean ALL of it."
With a groan, Devoted Sub got on his knees and reached out tentatively to touch the turd, his nose pinching shut instinctively. His mouth watered as he leaned in closer, intent on getting every last drop of my scent and more.
As he licked and sucked at my filth, his cock growing harder by the second, I felt the pressure building inside me again. It was clear that I wasn't going to make it to the bathroom this time.
"I think it's time you showed me how committed you are, don't you?" I murmured, sinking down onto the floor and spreading my thighs wide.
Devoted Sub looked up at me, eyes wide with uncertainty. "Yes, Mistress," he whispered, unable to believe what was happening.
"Then come on," I purred, reaching back and spreading my cheeks for him. "Show me how much you love your Goddess."
