Ivy was a gorgeous domme who loved to play with her submissive slaves. Today, she had a new toilet slave at her disposal, eager to please her every whim. As the slave nervously kneeled before her, Ivy couldn't resist showing off her stunning figure in her tight fishnet stockings and long leather boots. Her asshole was already reeking of feces, a sickly sweet aroma that sent shivers down the slave's spine.
"Open your mouth, slave," commanded Ivy, her voice laced with authority. The slave complied, his eyes wide with anticipation as he parted his lips to await her command. Ivy smiled wickedly and lowered her ass onto his face, her cheeks puffing up as she smothered him beneath her weight. The stench of her ass filled his nostrils, making him gag slightly, but he continued to service his mistress.
With each thrust of her hips, Ivy felt herself grow more powerful. She enjoyed seeing the way her slave's tongue eagerly lapped at her anus, trying to please her despite the disgusting taste and smell. After a few minutes of this, Ivy finally pulled her ass away from his face, leaving a layer of saliva and feces on his lips. She turned around, revealing her soiled asshole, and instructed him to eat the remainder of her shit.
The slave took the plate from her hands and began to eat, savoring every bite. However, as he reached for the last piece, Ivy's eyes flashed with anger. "Don't waste my deliveries, slave," she warned. She marched over to his cage and returned with a fresh plate full of her shit. "Eat it all," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.
The slave did as he was told, slowly but surely devouring each piece of his mistress's feces. It was revolting, but he knew better than to disobey. When he had finished, Ivy clapped her hands in satisfaction. Next, she ordered him onto all fours, his tail wagging between his legs like a dog's.
"You look like a good little pet," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "Now it's time for you to taste your own waste." With that, she shoved her fingers into his mouth and anus, forcing him to clean both herself and himself at the same time. The taste of his own shit mixed with her feces made him gag again, but he didn't dare object.
As she cleaned herself off, Ivy couldn't resist getting a little dirty herself. She slid her boots across the wooden floor, leaving behind a trail of shit and piss. The slave's eyes widened in horror as he realized what was happening. "Clean my boots, slave," she ordered, her voice dripping with pleasure at his distress.
He knelt before her, trembling as he lifted her boot and began licking the filth off. It wasn't long before his tongue met with her socks, soaked in a mixture of sweat and piss. He licked them clean with enthusiasm, desperate not to displease his mistress. When he was finished, he looked up at her expectantly, awaiting further instructions.
Ivy smiled, feeling satisfied with her afternoon's entertainment. "You've pleased me well, slave," she said, her voice softening slightly. "But remember - I won't tolerate waste. Now, crawl back to your cage and wait for my next command."
With that, she walked away, leaving behind a trail of filth and a trembling slave. As the door closed behind her, the slave could only dream of what depraved acts she would subject him to next. He knew one thing for sure - he would never disappoint his beautiful, cruel mistress again.
