As the doorbell rang, Mistress Lily, a dominant woman, was in her kitchen preparing some chocolate for herself. Her maid had just come back from the store and had brought her favorite brand. She loved indulging in sweets when no one was around, especially when she was feeling particularly naughty.
When she opened the door, she saw a new slave boy trembling before her. He looked young, perhaps freshly recruited into the world of BDSM. She looked him up and down, taking in his slim figure and smooth skin. "Ah, you're the new one?" she asked, her voice low and menacing. The boy nodded fearfully. Mistress Lily could already tell he would be a fun plaything for her.
She led him into her kitchen where he gasped at the sight of her giant chocolate bar on the countertop. "That's not for you," she warned him with a wink. But before she could finish her sentence, the boy's eyes grew wide with desire, and he took a bite out of the bar. "Hey!" Mistress Lily exclaimed, her anger flaring up. "This is mine!" She quickly approached him and snatched the half-eaten chocolate from his hands. "You think you can just help yourself to my things without asking?"
The boy cowered in fear as Mistress Lily grabbed him by his collar and dragged him to the center of the room. She tied his hands to her fridge, making sure he was vulnerable and exposed. He squirmed uncomfortably as he watched her take another bite of the chocolate bar, his face twisted in confusion and shame. "This," she said, pointing to the shackles on his wrists, "is what you get for disobeying me."
Mistress Lily's other slave, Charles, approached them both. He was well-trained and obedient, always eager to please her. Noticing the boy's confusion, she motioned for him to sit on the floor near the fridge. Charles did so, and as Mistress Lily had taught him, he assumed a submissive position beneath her. His head was bowed low, and he waited patiently for her next command.
"See this?" she said to the new slave, gesturing to Charles's position. "This is how you should treat me from now on. You will learn your place quickly, boy." With that, she removed her pants and panties, revealing her perfect ass. Charles's eyes widened as he saw what was coming next. Mistress Lily slowly sat down on Charles's face, smothering him beneath her enormous buttocks. He cried out softly as he felt her weight crash down on him.
"This," Mistress Lily explained, grinding her hips, "is what it means to be under me." She began to move, riding Charles's face like a horse as he struggled to breathe. After a few minutes, she finally stood up and turned towards the toilet. The boy watched in horror as she took a dump into the toilet bowl. She didn't even flush it - instead, she scooped up the steaming feces with her bare hands and brought it back to him.
"Open wide," she commanded. The boy hesitated, but Mistress Lily dug her nails into his chin, forcing his mouth open. She pressed the glob of warm shit against his lips, and he could feel its sticky texture on his skin. With a grimace, he opened his mouth and let the first piece of feces in. It was gross, disgusting, but he had no choice. He was her slave now, and he would do whatever she told him to do.
She fed him more, piece by piece, until the tray in front of him was filled with her golden feces. The smell was overwhelming, and his stomach churned with nausea. But he knew better than to show any sign of disgust or rebellion. "Good boy," Mistress Lily cooed as she finished feeding him. "You'll make an excellent addition to my stable."
With that, she untied him and pushed him towards Charles. The well-trained slave helped him up, and together they left the room. The new slave exhaled, relieved to be free but also horrified by what had just transpired. He knew he had a long way to go before he was as dedicated and well-behaved as Charles.
As they walked away, he could see Charles licking chocolate off his fingers with a smile on his face. He wondered what other sick games they had in store for him. But one thing was for sure - he would learn his lesson the hard way, just as Mistress Lily intended. He was now part of her toilet slaves scatology family.
