Lady Yuna was in a playful mood today. She had the perfect plan for her slave; she would make him eat her shit. The idea excited her beyond belief. As she prepared for the evening, she couldn't help but think about the look of disgust and horror that would be on her slave's face when she gave him the order.
When the time came, she led her slave into the lavish bathroom. His heart raced as he wondered what was going to happen. Lady Yuna made him kneel on the cold floor as she sat on the toilet seat. She smiled wickedly as she began to take a massive, satisfying shit. The stench filled the room, and he tried his best not to gag.
"Now," she said, "open your mouth."
Trembling, the slave opened his mouth as Lady Yuna lifted the enormous turd out of the toilet and placed it directly on his tongue. He gagged and tried to spit it out, but she slapped him hard across the face, forcing him to keep it in.
"Swallow," she commanded.
With tears streaming down his face, the slave forced the shit down his throat. He gagged and choked, almost throwing up, but Lady Yuna wouldn't let him. She continued to feed him her shit until he had swallowed every last bit.
Satisfied with her slave's performance, Lady Yuna stepped off the toilet seat and turned around. She smiled at him, her ass still smudged with shit. "Now," she said, "time for your reward."
She walked over to a bottle of expensive champagne, the bubbles glimmering in the dim light of the bathroom. She picked up a champagne flute and poured some of the golden liquid into it. Then, she turned around, bent over, and spread her legs wide open.
"Lick my ass clean," she commanded.
The slave slowly approached his mistress, tongue trembling as he approached the puckered opening of her anus. He could feel the warm, musky scent of her ass wafting up to his nose. Slowly, he began to lick, sending shivers down both their spines.
As he licked and cleaned her asshole, Lady Yuna closed her eyes, letting out soft moans of pleasure. She couldn't help but enjoy the power she had over him. After a few minutes, she stood up straight and turned around.
"Now," she said, "cum for me."
The slave's cock was already hard from the mixture of fear and excitement. He stroked himself slowly, building up the pressure until he felt like he was about to explode. With one final push, his cum shot out across the room, landing on Lady Yuna's bare feet.
She giggled and stepped out of the cum puddle, picking up the champagne flute. "Drink," she commanded once more.
The slave took the glass from her hand, the cool liquid trickling down his throat. He looked up at Lady Yuna, trying to read her expression. She was smiling, but there was something else in her eyes - something dark and twisted.
"Good boy," she said, patting him on the head. "Now, get ready for your next task."
