Lady Yuna's Intimate Toilet Experience With Her Devoted Slave
I was on my knees, my head bowed low as I waited eagerly for my mistress, Lady Yuna, to bestow her divine gift upon me. She was standing at the edge of the bathroom tiles, her long, flowing robes pooling around her feet like a regal waterfall. Her delicate hand held tightly onto the hem of her undergarments, revealing a glimpse of her perfect, rounded bottom.
Without a word, she lowered herself gracefully onto the toilet seat, her back facing me. There was a sense of anticipation in the air as I heard the familiar sound of her bowels moving, the warm, pungent aroma filling my nostrils. My heart raced with excitement as I prepared myself for what was about to come.
"Open wide, slave," her husky voice commanded, sending shivers down my spine. I parted my lips obediently, my tongue pressed flat against the roof of my mouth. Suddenly, there it was - a warm, gloopy mass of feces slid out from between her cheeks and plopped squarely into the center of my waiting mouth.
I couldn't believe my luck. It was everything I had dreamed of and more. The taste was unlike anything I had ever experienced before - a mix of bitter, sour, and earthy flavors that left me wanting more. I began to lap at the side of her leg, cleaning up any stray droplets that might have escaped my mouth.
Lady Yuna let out a small moan of pleasure, her hips rocking back and forth ever so slightly. "That's it, slave," she purred. "Drink it all up."
And so I did. Every last drop of her precious elixir was savored by my tongue, swirling around in my mouth before being swallowed down whole. As I looked up at her, my eyes filled with adoration, she gave me a small smile before rising from the toilet.
"Your loyalty does not go unnoticed, my slave," she said, turning around to face me fully. "You have pleased me this day."
With those words, she extended her hand, helping me to my feet. I was still trembling with excitement as I reached up to kiss the tips of her fingers, the taste of her feces still lingering on my tongue.
"Until next time, my pet," she whispered, slipping away to her chamber. And just like that, our intimate toilet experience was over, leaving me yearning for more.
