As the sun began to set, Alice walked into her lavish bathroom. Her day had been long and draining, but she knew exactly how she wanted to unwind. She made her way over to the toilet and sat down, her delicate ass barely brushing against the cold porcelain seat. With a contented sigh, she closed her eyes and let nature take its course.
Meanwhile, in the living room, her slave sat on the floor dutifully watching over her every move. He was like a loyal dog, always at her beck and call. Today she had decided to test his devotion by making him wear a dog costume. The pathetic loser had willingly obeyed, knowing full well that disobeying her would result in severe punishment.
A few minutes later, Alice finished and stood up, her perfect legs shaking slightly as she pushed her heavy load of shit out of her body. As she turned around, she saw him standing there, eyes fixed on her ass. She smirked and bent over slightly, giving him a full view of her supple behind. "Come here, you adorable little toy," she purred, beckoning him closer.
He scrambled towards her, jumping up when he reached her side and licking her hand eagerly. She giggled and clapped her hands together, "Good boy!" She said in a high-pitched voice before kicking him in the stomach, sending him flying across the room. He landed in a heap, winded but still eager to please.
Alice walked over to him, her stride purposeful and confident. When she reached him, she knelt down and pressed her soft, warm hand against his forehead. "You know what I want, don't you?" She whispered menacingly. He nodded, his face clouded with fear and anticipation. "I want you to show me how much you love me," she said slowly, her voice dripping with sugar-coated menace.
He nodded again, his heart thumping in his chest. Alice stood up and made her way back to the bathroom where she'd left a mess behind. She watched as he followed her, his tail wagging between his legs like a scared puppy. She couldn't help but chuckle to herself; this pathetic creature truly was hers to control.
Inside the bathroom, she turned around and smiled sweetly at him. "I know you're going to enjoy this," she said softly before squatting down above the toilet bowl. Her perfect ass hovered just inches above the unsightly mess below. She took a deep breath and let out a low moan, preparing herself for what was to come.
With an unmistakable gleam in his eye, the slave peered up at her, his face filled with anticipation. She nodded slowly, silently urging him to proceed. He hesitated for a moment before lowering his head and opening wide, revealing his quivering tongue. She laughed softly and leaned forward, pointing at her sodden waste below.
Without hesitation, he leaned in and began lapping at her pungent, smelly scat. At first hesitant, he quickly became more aggressive, licking and smearing the mess all over his face. His eyes were closed tightly, his mouth wide open in a macabre parody of ecstasy. Alice watched him with detached amusement, mentally noting his growing devotion to her every whim.
When he finally finished, she stood up and turned around, presenting her naked backside for inspection. He jumped to his feet, his tongue darting out to taste the remnants of her turd stuck to her puckered ass hole. She laughed again and pirouetted around, exposing every inch of her flawless body to him.
"You're such a good boy," she purred, running her fingers through his messy hair. "Now go wash up properly. We still have much fun to be had tonight." And with that, she walked away, confident in the knowledge that her newest toy would do whatever she asked without question.
