The air was thick with anticipation as Mystress T made her way over to the bar stool. She had enjoyed a delicious meal of nachos and queso, washed down with several shots of the finest tequila. Her body hummed with pleasure and excitement, knowing full well that the effects of such indulgence would lead to an especially messy encounter ahead.
As Mystress T settled herself onto the bar stool, she motioned for her slave to kneel before her. "Clean my stool," she commanded in her authoritative tone. The slave immediately set about wiping down the surface of the stool with a cloth, his eyes downcast in subservience.
Mystress T's body tingled with anticipation as she watched him work. She couldn't wait to unleash her revenge upon him for some perceived slight. All of a sudden, she clenched her behind tightly, feeling a warm rush of liquid make its way towards her entrance. "Ahh," she sighed softly, savoring the moment.
The slave looked up at her nervously, sensing something was amiss. He had been with Mystress T for quite some time now and knew all too well the terror that could strike when she was in one of her moods. His heart raced as he braced himself for whatever horrible fate she had planned for him this time.
Mystress T let out a long, slow breath, allowing the tension build to its peak before she exploded into action. With a malicious grin spreading across her face, she turned to face the slave. "Open your filthy mouth," she demanded, her voice low and menacing.
The slave trembled in fear but couldn't disobey his mistress. He opened his mouth wide, revealing his quivering tongue and choking on the sour taste of bile rising up from his stomach. Mystress T ignored his pleas for mercy, instead pushing forward with a vengeance.
She positioned herself over his bowed head and lowered her panties, exposing her soaked pussy lips to the air. The warm, sticky stream of diarrhea gushed forth, spilling out onto the bar floor in front of them as Mystress T relentlessly pushed it into her slave's mouth. The thick, warm liquid choked and gagged him as he struggled vainly against his bonds.
"Swallow it all!" Mystress T screamed, spurring him on with her vindictive zeal. The poor slave could do nothing but choke down the disgusting mixture of fecal matter and fear that now filled his mouth. Tears streamed down his face as he tried desperately to catch his breath between gulps of Mystress T's vile offering.
When she was finally satisfied that every last drop had been consumed, Mystress T moved onto her final act of humiliation for her slave. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head back, exposing his quivering throat. With a sinister smirk, she leaned in close, her hot breath wafting over his skin. "You like that, don't you?" she hissed, her voice an ominous rasp. "You're such a filthy little cocksucker."
Before the slave could even attempt a response, she pulled him up off the ground and pushed him towards a nearby basin filled with warm, soapy water. "Clean yourself," she commanded coldly, throwing in a dirty look for good measure.
The slave trembled uncontrollably as he dutifully set to work cleaning off the remnants of his mistress' abuse. He knew better than to protest; after all, this was just another day in the life of a slave to Mystress T.
