The year was 2025, and Lady Scarlet had just made her way to her first luxurious bathroom of the new year. As she strolled in, her presence filled the room with an aura of dominance and power. She was in charge, and everyone knew it. Despite the start of a 'shit' year, Lady Scarlet wasn't one to let that dampen her spirits or her desire to live life on her own terms.
She locked eyes with her servant who stood obediently by the toilet bowl, waiting for her instructions. She sauntered over to him, her hips swaying seductively as she walked. Without uttering a word, she made it clear that this bathroom was going to be the setting for a particularly degrading act.
Slowly, she pulled down her tight leather pants and exposed her perfect, round behind. The servant's eyes widened in anticipation as he realized what was about to happen. Lady Scarlet's asshole glistened in the dim light, beckoning him closer. With a flick of her wrist, she commanded him to his knees.
"Today," she began, her voice dripping with cruelty, "you will worship the shrine of my exquisite asshole. And at the end of our ceremony, you will witness the true beauty of my defecation."
She slowly lowered herself onto the servant's face, feeling his hot breath on her most private area. She moaned softly as he began licking and kissing her ass cheeks, his tongue tracing the outlines of her tight entrance. She pushed back against him, forcing his face deeper into her ass crack.
After several minutes of her enjoying his attentions, she finally decided it was time for the main event. With a mighty push, she expelled a massive turd from her bowels, directly onto his face. He gagged but managed to keep the disgusting mass inside his mouth. Lady Scarlet grinned maliciously as she watched him struggle to swallow the pile of shit.
"That's it, my slave," she purred, reaching down to caress his head. "Show me how much you love my shit."
As he attempted to swallow the immense load, he began to gag uncontrollably. Lady Scarlet's amused expression turned into a look of pure delight as she watched him choke on her shit. This was exactly what she needed to start her year off right.
"Now," she exclaimed, her voice ringing with authority, "consider yourself lucky that this ended up on your face. Imagine what it would have felt like down your throat."
She laughed maniacally, the sound echoing around the room. Despite his embarrassment and humiliation, the servant couldn't help but feel a twisted form of pleasure knowing that he had, in some small way, pleased his mistress. As she stepped away from him, she knew that this was just the beginning of another year filled with degradation and submission.
