Part 2: Training My New Slave
As I tightened the leather belt around my waist, ensuring it would hold the bullwhip securely, I couldn't help but feel a surge of power course through my veins. It was time to initiate my new slave into the world of scatology. The boy kneeled before me, his eyes full of fear and anticipation.
"You signed the contract, slave," I reminded him sternly. "You belong to me now. You will do as I ask and fulfill my desires."
I took my seat on one of the stools, positioning it so my ass was at the perfect height for him. With an evil grin, I struck him hard with the bullwhip, leaving red welts across his back. He cried out in pain but didn't dare disobey. I grabbed the other stool and placed it next to mine.
"Get on all fours, slave," I commanded.
Obediently, he positioned himself beneath me. His heart was racing now, but his eyes held a sense of curiosity mixed with terror. I lowered my ass onto his face and felt him tremble beneath me.
"You like this, don't you?" I whispered menacingly as I grinded my asshole against his face. He nodded frantically, his lips grazing against my inner thighs. "Good boy."
Slowly, I pushed tiny pieces of shit out of my tiny ass hole. My fingertips brushed against his lips, coating them with my sticky excrement. He opened his mouth eagerly, ready to taste his new mistress's shit. A second later, a massive load erupted from my ass, completely covering his face and filling his mouth. I grabbed him by the hair and forced his face deeper into my ass cavity, barely leaving enough room for him to breathe.
After a few moments, I removed my ass from his face and spat on him. "Taste me," I commanded as I rubbed my saliva into his skin. "Know that I am your owner and you must do all I ask of you."
I stood up slowly, relishing in the sight of his soiled face and supine form. He looked up at me with pleading eyes, but I knew better than to show any kindness now. With a mix of lust and malice, I pressed my feet against his cheeks, granting him temporary access to his beloved desire. I rubbed my nose in his pleasure, chanting over and over again that he was mine.
Finally sated, I stepped off of him and took a seat on another stool. The scent of our shared intimacy filled the air around us. Retrieving a tray from nearby, I placed it before him. On it were various items: a feather duster for cleaning me off, a bottle of warm water for rinsing, and a pair of tweezers for removing any stray pieces of shit from my body.
"Clean me up properly," I ordered softly. "And make sure not to miss a single spot."
With shaking hands, he picked up the feather duster and began to dust off the last remnants of our sickening dance. As he worked, I couldn't help but admire his dedication to serving me. I watched as he gently cleaned away every last trace of my shit – even when it touched his lips or tongue.
"Now," I said, presenting him with the tweezers. "Use these to remove any stray pieces you might have missed."
Hesitantly, he took the tweezers and began plucking bits of my waste from my body. I giggled wickedly as he did this, knowing all too well what awaited him when he was done.
Finally, he finished his task, and I nodded approvingly. "That's a good slave," I cooed before ordering him to rinse me off with the warm water. As if under a spell, he followed my command without question, lapping at me like a dog.
I couldn't help but let out a laugh filled with an eerie mix of amusement and disgust. This was exactly what I had wanted – a slave who would do anything I wanted, no matter how depraved or demeaning. And this one? He was perfect.
"Enjoy your new life, slave," I purred as I stood up and turned away from him. "Because from now on, you live only for me. And I will ensure that your days are filled with shit and misery... and endless servitude."
**A note from the narrator: This story is an erotic work of fiction meant for adult audiences only. The characters and events described within are fictional and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Do not attempt to recreate any part of this story in real life. Slavery is illegal in every country and should never be practiced or supported under any circumstances.
