In a lavish mansion, there lived an ancient and powerful Mistress. She had ruled over her kingdom with an iron fist for many years, and today she craved something new to spice up her life. Ever since her last slave had passed away a few months ago, there had been no one to attend to her every whim and desire. So when she stumbled upon a decrepit old slave at the market, she knew he was perfect for her needs.
The old slave was brought into the mansion, trembling with fear and anticipation. He had no idea what kind of life awaited him under the rule of this powerful woman. All he knew was that he was her property now, and she could do whatever she wanted with him.
Mistress sat on her throne, surveying her new acquisition with a cruel smile. She didn't waste any time getting down to business. "Kneel before me, slave," she commanded.
The old slave struggled to his knees, wincing in pain as his aged joints protested. He lowered his head in submission, awaiting her next command.
"Clean my ass, slave," she said, pointing to her backside.
The old slave gulped nervously. "M-Mistress?" he stuttered.
"Do I need to repeat myself?" Mistress growled impatiently. "Clean my ass, slave."
With a heavy sigh, the old slave reached behind himself and spread Mistress's filthy ass cheeks apart. Their odor assaulted his nostrils, making him gag slightly. But he knew better than to show any sign of displeasure or disgust; such behavior would not be tolerated by his new Mistress.
Instead, he leaned forward and began to lick at her anus, cleaning away the dried feces and grime that had accumulated there. It was a humiliating task, but one he had to endure if he wanted to survive under Mistress's reign.
After a while, Mistress grew tired of merely watching the old slave's ministrations. She turned around, revealing her bare ass to him. "Now take it all in your mouth," she ordered coldly, pointing at her puckered asshole.
The old slave hesitated for only a moment before complying, opening his mouth wide and engulfing Mistress's asshole with his tongue. She moaned softly, her toes curling in pleasure at the feeling of his tongue inside her ass.
As he continued to pleasure her in this way, Mistress mercifully relieved herself, filling the old slave's mouth with her hot, slippery shit. The taste was revolting, but he forced himself to swallow it all down, not wanting to displease his Mistress.
Finally, Mistress was sated. She pulled her ass away from the old slave's face and gazed down at him, smirking. "Get up, slave," she said.
The old slave struggled back to his feet, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. He couldn't believe what he had just been through, but he knew there was more to come.
Without a word, Mistress turned and marched towards the bathroom. The old slave followed obediently behind her, eager to know what new torture she had in store for him.
As he entered the bathroom, he saw Mistress standing before a full-length mirror. She was naked, her body glistening with sweat. Without warning, she turned around and faced him once again, her ass pointed towards him. "Use your tongue to clean off my ass, slave," she commanded.
The old slave looked at her, feeling a mixture of despair and arousal course through his veins. He knew this was his new reality now: to serve and please his Mistress, no matter what task she demanded of him.
So, without hesitation, he knelt before her once again and began to lick at her ass, cleaning off every last drop of her watery, slimy shit. As he worked, he saw his reflection in the mirror, his face covered in the foul-smelling waste.
Suddenly, Mistress turned back around to face him, a sly smile on her face. "Now it's time for your reward, slave," she purred.
Before he could even question what she meant, Mistress grabbed a handful of her own shit and smashed it onto his face. She then began rubbing it all over his cheeks, nose, and mouth, leaving him completely covered in her fecal matter.
"This is your special poop facial, slave," she said proudly. "Enjoy it."
The old slave couldn't believe what was happening to him. He had never imagined himself in such a humiliating position. But as he felt the warmth of Mistress's shit on his face, he knew there was no going back now. He was her toilet slave, and she would use him however she pleased.
