As the sun began to set on the bustling city streets, Lisa found herself with a curious craving. It was something she had never felt before but knew she couldn't resist. She made her way towards the public toilets, her heart racing with anticipation. Inside one of the stalls, an unsuspecting man sat on the toilet seat, lost in his own thoughts.
Lisa smiled to herself as she approached the man's feet. She whispered softly, "Sir, could you please take your shoes off? I want to give you a special treat." The man hesitated for a moment before complying, feeling a strange tingle in the pit of his stomach.
Lisa slipped off her heels and began to unzip her dress. Underneath, she was wearing nothing but a thin black lace thong that barely covered her intimate areas. She slowly lowered her gorgeous curves till she was kneeling on the cold tiled floor in front of the man, her breasts just inches away from his surprised face.
"What... what are you doing?" the man stammered, his cock already hardening in his pants.
"Just relax, sir," Lisa purred, her voice taking on a velvety quality that sent shivers down the man's spine. "You're about to receive the ultimate pleasure."
With that, Lisa reached back and pulled her lace thong aside, revealing her wet, glistening pussy. She positioned herself over the man's face, allowing him to take in the intoxicating scent of her arousal. His tongue darted out, tentatively tracing the edge of her folds.
"Good boy," Lisa praised him huskily. His hands reached up to caress her soft, rounded cheeks as she lowered herself further onto his eager mouth. Her juices coated his lips and tongue, and he groaned with delight as he lapped at her nectar.
For what felt like an eternity, Lisa rode his face like a goddess of pleasure. Finally, she pulled away with a satisfied sigh, leaving the man gasping for air. "Thank you for that," she smiled, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Now, it's time for you to play your role," Lisa continued, standing up and revealing a gleaming silver toilet seat in front of her. "I want you to lift that lid and prepare yourself to receive a present from your new Mistress."
The man did as he was told, his heart pounding with anticipation. As he lifted the lid, he caught a whiff of something unmistakable - freshly brewed coffee with just a hint of vanilla. But then, he heard a soft squelching sound, and he froze in horror as he realized what it was.
"A log?" he gasped, his eyes wide with disbelief. "You want me to drink that?"
Lisa chuckled softly, running her fingers through her long raven hair. "Of course, my dear," she purred. "Why else do you think I went through all this trouble? Now, don't be a weakling. Drink up and enjoy every last drop."
With trembling hands, the man reached out and took the offered log. He hesitated for a moment before pressing it against his lips and taking a small bite. At first, it was awful - the taste of fresh shit was nothing short of revolting. But as he continued to chew, something strange began to happen.
The taste started to mellow out, becoming almost tolerable. And then, strangely enough, it began to grow on him. Before he knew it, he was swallowing hungrily, unable to get enough of the strange sensation coursing through his body.
When he finally looked up, he saw Lisa watching him with a smirk on her face. "Well, well," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Seems like my little pet has quite the taste for scatology." She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair playfully. "Maybe next time, I'll give you a really big present."
The man couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought. As he climbed back onto the toilet seat, he knew that he was addicted to this strange, taboo pleasure. And he couldn't wait to see what his Mistress would have in store for him next.
