Samantha woke up early in the morning, feeling a sudden urge to defecate. As she sat on the toilet, her face contorted in discomfort. She tried pushing as hard as she could, but nothing came out. After several minutes of straining, she gave up and called for her loyal slave.
"Stupid toilet isn't working," she growled, her voice ringing with frustration.
The slave, a young and nervous man, entered the room at her command. His eyes widened when he saw his mistress's distressed expression.
"Your highness, I can help you!" He said quickly, hoping to alleviate her discomfort.
Samantha looked at him with disdain. "You're going to put that disgusting mouth on my ass?" She asked, incredulous.
The slave nodded hesitantly, knowing that this was his only chance to please her. He approached his mistress, his knees shaking with fear and excitement. He could feel his heart racing as he knelt before her, his head hovering above her tight ass.
Samantha closed her eyes and took a deep breath, preparing herself for the strange sensation about to come over her. She felt the warm breath of the slave against her anus and slowly, she felt herself relax.
"Put your tongue in," she said after a moment, her voice barely above a whisper.
The slave did as he was told, slowly sliding his tongue into her tight opening. He could feel the warmth of her body and the slight resistance as she fought against the natural urges. But he continued, moving his tongue back and forth, rubbing against her sensitive nerves.
After what felt like an eternity, Samantha finally felt a wave of pleasure spread through her body. She gasped as the sensation hit her, and without further hesitation, she forced her bowels to release. A loud, satisfying moan escaped her lips as the warm, stinky shit poured out of her ass and onto the slave's tongue.
The slave stayed where he was, his face covered in his mistress's feces. He could feel her soften her legs, allowing him to be caught in the mess that now covered him. He remained there for several moments, savoring the unique taste and the feeling of submission that came with it.
Finally, Samantha sighed and sat up straighter, wiping her ass with toilet paper. She looked down at the slave, who was still kneeling before her, covered in her excrement. With a smirk on her face, she leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Thank you, slave. You've made my day."
