Marie was a woman of high status and influence, commanding respect and adoration from everyone around her. But there was one person who served her in the most intimate of ways – a toilet slave. The slave was considered the lowest of the low, existing only to provide services that no one else dared to talk about.
One morning, Marie sat down at the table with her friends for breakfast. As usual, the toilet slave was at her feet, performing his duties as a spittoon and human ashtray. Marie didn't even acknowledge his presence, lost in the conversation with her companions over cups of tea and plates of eggs.
As they finished their meal, Marie excused herself, saying that she had to use the bathroom. The other women exchanged knowing looks, knowing what was about to happen. The toilet slave waited anxiously by the door, wondering what was in store for him this time.
Lady Marie entered the bathroom, closed the door behind her, and locked it for good measure. A moment later, she emerged, wearing a mischievous grin on her face. The toilet slave could feel a wave of nausea wash over him as he understood what was about to happen.
Kneeling down by the slave's head, Lady Marie pulled out his shirt, exposing his chest. Then, she did something that caused him to gasp – she stuck her finger into his mouth, coaxing it to open wide. The slave could feel his heart racing in terror, but his body responded automatically, preparing for whatever was about to come.
With an evil grin, Lady Marie positioned herself over the slave's head, her ass hovering just above his face. She lowered herself slowly, feeling his hot breath on her skin. As she finally felt the tip of his tongue against her asshole, she let out a loud groan of pleasure.
"Suck my asshole, toilet slave," she commanded, her voice low and menacing. The slave drew in a sharp breath as he pressed his tongue against her tight opening, feeling the warmth of her body and the slickness of her juices. He knew that he had to please her, even though what he was doing felt disgusting.
As he sucked on her ass, Lady Marie undid her pants and lowered them slowly, giving him access to her asshole. The taste of her was unlike anything he had ever experienced before – salty, musky, and slightly sweet. He could feel her body shudder as he lapped at her hole, knowing that she was close.
And then, just as he thought he couldn't take it anymore, Lady Marie let out a loud moan and pushed her ass against his face. He felt warm, thick liquid pouring into his mouth, filling him up quickly. It was her piss, hot and fiery against his tongue.
As the urine flowed freely, Lady Marie leaned down and whispered in his ear. "Now it's time for the main course," she whispered, her voice full of dark promise.
Without warning, she pulled her ass off his face, causing him to gag a little on the remains of her piss. He could see her lowering her pants completely now, revealing her perfect, round ass to him. And then she let out a loud grunt, shoving her ass into his face again.
The slave felt his throat stretching as he tried to breathe in the scent of her ass. He could feel the tip of her asshole pressing against the back of his mouth, ready to plunge into his throat. As he waited helplessly for her command, he realized that he was suddenly turned on by the thought of taking her shit in his mouth.
And then she did – with a powerful shove, Marie pushed her ass into his mouth, forcing her turd down his throat. It was as big as he had ever seen it, filling his mouth and throat with warmth. As he gagged and choked on it, he could feel his cock stirring in his pants, leaking pre-cum.
Marie pulled her ass away slowly, watching as the slave struggled to breathe around her giant turd. She had never felt so powerful, so goddess-like. And she knew that her toilet slave would be eagerly waiting for his next chance to please her.
With a smirk, she zipped up her pants and walked back into the dining room, where her friends were waiting. They exchanged curious glances around the table, wondering what had happened to the toilet slave during his "break". But no one dared to ask, afraid of what they might discover.
As for the slave, he lay there on the floor, his mouth full of Marie's shit and her essence. He knew that it was disgusting, but he also knew that he would do it again in a heartbeat. Because doing this made him feel alive, even if it meant being a humiliated toilet slave.
