As Jessy sat at her desk, scrolling through her Facebook feed, she let out a small sigh of contentment. It was just another ordinary day in the office – too many reports to finish, a never-ending list of emails to respond to, and of course, that ever-dependable slave kneeling beside her desk. He remained dedicated to his duty, head bowed low in submission, waiting for her every command.
Smirking to herself, Jessy decided it was time to reward her slave's loyalty, not with words of praise or a pat on the head, but with something far more... satisfying. Slowly, she leaned back in her chair, allowing her ample bottom to hover above the poor slave's face. Gently at first, she released a warm, soft turd onto his face, the intoxicating scent filling the air around them.
With a satisfied smirk, Jessy continued talking on Facebook, seemingly oblivious to the stream of filth pouring from her body. The slave, unable to resist the overwhelming urge, reached up with one trembling hand and began licking at the mess on his face. It tasted foul, but he couldn't deny the erotic thrill coursing through his veins. He was hers to command, and he would gladly endure whatever she chose to dish out.
Fully engrossed in her online conversation, Jessy didn't notice the slave's growing discomfort. Diarrhea began to trickle out of her, splattering against his face and dripping down onto the floor around him. The smell was almost unbearable now, but he couldn't stop himself from licking it up, cleaning her as best he could amidst the constant flow.
Finally, realizing what was happening, Jessythrew her head back in laughter at the pathetic display before her. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed between peals of laughter, "You're such a disgusting little slave! I can't believe you actually looked like you were enjoying that!"
Suddenly, she leaned down close to his face, her breath hot against his cheek. "Tell me," she whispered menacingly, "Do you ever fantasize about being my toilet? About drinking from my piss pot or licking my asshole clean?"
The slave trembled in fear and anticipation, unable to speak. He knew the answer to her question, and he knew that if he admitted it, there would be no turning back.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Jessy stood up and clapped her hands together, signaling the end of their little playtime for now. Slave tried to compose himself as best he could, his face and clothes covered in her filth. He watched helplessly as she turned back to her computer, oblivious to the mess she had created or the thoughts churning through his mind.
As he laid his head on the floor and tried to calm his racing heart, he couldn't help but wonder when she would ask him the question he both dreaded and longed for at the same time...
