Cleaning the Queen's Throne: A Toilet Slavery Tale
You find yourself in a lavish bathroom, its marble floors reflecting the opulence of the space. A grand golden throne takes center stage, adorned with intricate details and flanked by towering golden sconces. The toilet bowl, however, is the queen's true throne.
Your mistress, Lady VikkiWet, saunters into the room, her long auburn hair cascading down her back. She wears a flowing silk robe, its ivory hue contrasting beautifully with her pale skin. Her eyes meet yours, and a predatory glint flashes in their emerald depths.
"Today," she purrs, "you need to be a good toilet slave and serve me as a dirty toilet paper swallower when I am shitting on my toilet bowl."
Her voice sends shivers down your spine, and you can't help but feel both repulsed and aroused by the task at hand. You kneel before her, your head bowed in submission.
"That's it, slave," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. "Now, let's get started."
With that, Lady VikkiWet steps up onto the golden throne, her robe billowing around her. She lowers her delicate behind onto the soft white porcelain of the toilet seat, her perfect ass cheeks just inches from your face.
"See those lovely cheeks?" she asks, her voice still soft and seductive. "I want you to worship them, slave. Kiss them, lick them, worship them as you would the divine feminine."
You cannot resist her command, and your tongue darts out to trace the contours of her ass cheeks. She moans softly, and you feel her power course through you, making you even harder than before.
"Good slave," she murmurs, reaching down to spread her cheeks wide. "Now, as I defile this throne, you will clean it with your tongue, yes?"
Her voice is a dark promise, and you nod, already anticipating the taste of her shit on your tongue. With that, she positions herself over the toilet bowl and begins to take a huge shit, grunting and moaning with pleasure as her ass cheeks clench and release.
"Feed it to me, slave," she pants, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. "I need it all."
And so you do, leaning forward to open your mouth wide and accepting her offering. The heat of her ass on your face, the stench of her feces in your nostrils - it's all part of the Protocol, and you obediently swallow every last bite.
"Good slave," she breathes again, leaning back on the throne with a satisfied smile. "Now, clean me up. Use that tongue of yours to make me spotless."
You reach into the toilet bowl, fishing out a wad of toilet paper stained with her shit. With trembling hands, you tear off a piece and hold it up to her nostrils. She inhales deeply, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy once more.
"Mmm, yes," she moans, her voice barely above a whisper. "That smell, it's intoxicating."
And with that, you begin to clean her, using the toilet paper to wipe away every last trace of her shit from her ass cheeks and thighs. She moans and groans in pleasure, her hips jerking rhythmically as you clean her with your tongue and hands.
As you finish, she leans back on the throne once more, her breathing finally beginning to slow. "Such a good slave," she whispers, running a delicate finger down your cheek. "Come here, let me see your face."
You lean forward, presenting your face to her. She grins wickedly, her lips curling into a Cheshire cat smile. "I think I'll keep you, slave," she purred, reaching down to caress your cheek. "You've served me well today."
And with that, she steps down from her throne, leaving you kneeling in the lavish bathroom, your mind reeling from the erotic and degrading events that have just unfolded. As you stand to leave, you can't help but wonder what other tasks she has in store for you.
