It was a warm summer morning, and Lady Missy and her friend were spending the day at the cozy garden house. Their night was filled with indulgence as they had their slave serve as their living toilet, and now it was time for him to face the consequences of his disgraceful act.
As soon as Lady Missy woke up with a slight hunger, she knew what she had to do. She stretched her legs, yawned and buttoned up her tight denim shorts. It was time for her morning pee. Her slave, lying naked on his stoop, waited anxiously for her command. In a stern authoritative tone, she ordered him to open wide his mouth. Without hesitation, the slave obeyed. Lady Missy smiled evilly as she walked towards him, her fresh morning breath assaulting his nostrils.
She stood over him and began to relieve herself into his wide-open mouth. The warm urine poured down his throat, filling it to the brim. His face contorted in disgust as he tried to swallow every last drop of her piss. She continued to empty her bladder, taking her sweet time to make him suffer. Finally, when she was done, she stepped back and surveyed her work. The slave lay there, his face still covered in her golden nectar.
Satisfied with her dominance over him, Lady Missy turned around and walked towards the coffee machine to make herself a much-needed cup of coffee. As she enjoyed the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, she couldn't help but smile at the thought of what else was coming for her slave.
Her friend joined her, still half-asleep, and Lady Missy filled her in on the events of the night. They both laughed heartily at the memories of their wild escapades. As they finished their coffee, Lady Missy's stomach began to rumble. It was time for her to poop.
She walked back over to her slave and stood above him once again. With a flick of her wrist, she instructed him to open wide his mouth. He complied obediently, knowing what was coming next. As she lowered her petite rear end onto his face, the warmth of her body engulfing him, he could feel the first tendrils of her shit poking out from her anus.
Lady Missy moaned in delight as she felt the warmth of his breath on her anal opening. She began to release waves of soft, warm shit into his waiting mouth. It flowed out effortlessly, coating his tongue and filling his mouth. He could feel it oozing down his throat, but it was too late to stop it now. He had to swallow every last bit of it.
As her bowels emptied themselves into him, Lady Missy sat back up and admired her handiwork. The slave's face was covered in their combined shit, and he looked up at her with nothing but submission in his eyes. She leaned down and kissed him gently on the forehead, then stood up and walked away, leaving him to clean up their mess.
With the satisfaction of knowing she had complete control over him, Lady Missy continued her day, oblivious to the disgusting role her slave was playing in keeping her comfortable.
