As the night progressed, ScarlettMarie's stomach began to churn uncomfortably. She had consumed a large, rich meal and felt the familiar urge to get to the toilet. But instead of heading to the bathroom, she had her mind set on another activity altogether.
Her slave, Everett, awaited her command anxiously. He knew what she wanted and was more than willing to serve his mistress in any way possible. "You may approach," she commanded.
Everett approached slowly, his heart racing at the thought of what was about to happen. He knelt before her, his eyes cast downward in reverence. "My lady," he whispered, his voice shaking with anticipation.
ScarlettMarie stared at him coolly, her gaze assessing. Slowly, she reached between his legs and tugged gently on the zipper of his jeans. She pushed them down, exposing his underwear-clad cock which strained against the fabric. Her hand already tingled with excitement at the thought of what was to come.
"I want you to use your mouth," she said softly. "Show me how grateful you are for this."
Without further instruction, Everett lowered his mouth over her hand, his tongue swirling around her fingers as he sucked gently. His cock twitched in response to the pleasure he was experiencing from serving his mistress.
Satisfied with his efforts so far, ScarlettMarie stood up and grinned wickedly at him. She sauntered over to the corner of the room where her toilet was situated and sat down on the elegant porcelain throne designed specifically for her by craftsmen skilled in BDSM furniture.
Without warning, she lifted up her dress, revealing her perfect ass. "Everett," she called out, her voice a sultry command. "You are to worship my asshole."
Without hesitation, Everett crawled over to her on all fours, his cock bouncing under his underwear as he approached. He reached up with shaking hands and gently tugged down her panties, revealing her tight, puckered asshole.
His tongue darted out and traced circles around her anus, causing a shiver to run down ScarlettMarie's spine. "That's it," she moaned, her fingers entwining themselves in his hair.
Just as she was about to lose herself in the sensation of having her ass worshipped, ScarlettMarie realized she still had to take care of business. She felt almost a pang of regret knowing that her slave was about to be used in such a way, but she knew it was part of their kink.
"Stand up, Everett," she ordered.
Confused but obedient, he stood before her, his underwear still around his ankles. "Now, open wider," she instructed, and he spread his legs wider apart until they almost touched behind him.
ScarlettMarie positioned her ass directly in front of his face and took a deep breath. With one smooth motion, she pushed out her bowels, releasing a torrent of hot, steaming shit onto his face. It splattered against his cheeks and chin, covering his mouth and nose with the sour, fecal smell.
"Mmmm," she moaned, closing her eyes in delight. "You smell so good."
Feeling her instinctive need to finish up, she let go another stream of shit onto her slave's face. This time, it was wetter and messier, causing him to gag as it seeped into his mouth and nose.
"That's a good little toilet slave," she praised, running her fingers through his hair affectionately. "Now, it's time for a little enema."
Without waiting for his response, she walked over to a side table and picked up a medical syringe filled with clear liquid. She approached him from behind and grabbed hold of his waist, pushing the syringe into his asshole. He grunted as he felt the cold liquid fill his bowels, but he didn't dare protest.
As she withdrew the syringe, she pulled her face away from him and sighed contentedly. "Now it's even easier for me to shit all over your face," she chuckled.
And with that, she released yet another stream of diarrhea onto his upturned face. This time, it was loose and runny, coating his cheeks and dripping off his chin. His cock, still trapped beneath his underwear, throbbed with anticipation of what was to come next.
"You can have it now," she said softly, her voice dripping with seduction. "Go ahead, let yourself enjoy that wonderful smell."
Slowly, hesitantly, Everett reached down and freed his cock from his underwear. He lifted it up to his face, breathing in the fecal aroma that turned him on so much. His fingers found their way to his slit, and he began to stroke himself fast, his hips bucking against his own hand as he released jet after jet of hot, sticky cum onto his face and chest.
"Mmmm," ScarlettMarie cooed, watching his pleasure with satisfaction. "That's what I like to see. My little slave worshipping my ass and cumming all over himself just for me."
As he collapsed onto the floor, exhausted from his orgasm, ScarlettMarie placed her hand on his shoulder, her touch both soothing and possessive. "You have been a very good slave today," she said softly. "Now, go and clean yourself up. But remember, I still own your ass, and I can use it anytime I want."
With that, she turned around and walked away, knowing that Everett would be eagerly anticipating their next encounter. The scent of her shit lingered in the air long after she was gone, a reminder of the kinky, taboo pleasure they shared together.
