One late morning, Miss Medea sat on the edge of a large porcelain throne, staring blankly ahead. Her mind was filled with thoughts of revenge against a faithless lover who had wronged her in more ways than one. She could feel her heart racing and her palms beginning to sweat as she contemplated her next move.
Suddenly, she was jarred from her trance-like state by the sound of footsteps approaching her chambers. She turned to see one of her servants nervously peeking around the corner. He was a handsome young man with fair skin and a slender build, dressed only in a loincloth that barely covered his perky ass cheeks.
Miss Medea glared at him, her eyes filled with contempt. "You," she said, pointing her finger accusingly at him. "You will be answering my call of nature from now on."
The servant's eyes widened in fear at the thought of what she might ask of him. He had heard rumors about his mistress's strange desires, but he never dreamed she would involve him in such debauchery.
And so it was that the young man found himself kneeling before Miss Medea the next day, his head bowed in submission as she reprimanded him for some minor infraction. "I have a special task for you today, my little pet," she purred, running a long, manicured finger down his chest. "It's time for you to earn your keep around here."
Without further ado, she pulled him to his feet and led him into the lavish bathroom adjacent to her chambers. She turned to face him, her expression cold and calculated. "From now on," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "you are here to drink my piss and eat my shit."
The servant gulped audibly, his mind reeling at the implications of her words. She must have seen the horror on his face, for she laughed mockingly, her red lips curled into a cruel smile. "What's the matter, slave? Don't you think you're worth my waste?"
Without waiting for a response, she grabbed hold of his head and forced it between her legs. His nostrils were instantly assaulted by the strong, acrid smell of her pussy, and he could feel her warm urine trickling down his throat as she began to urinate.
Choking back bile, he held his ground, desperately trying to stave off the nausea that threatened to overwhelm him. Miss Medea watched with dark amusement as he struggled, her fingers digging into his hair, holding him in place like a puppet on a string.
When she finally released him, he staggered back, gulping down precious air as his vision cleared. She waited patiently for him to regain his composure before issuing her next command. "Now, get down on all fours and begin licking up the mess you've made," she growled, snapping her fingers imperiously.
Without protest, the servant sank to his knees, lowering his head as he positioned himself in front of her. He closed his eyes tightly as he felt her hands gripping his head once more, and forced himself to ignore the disgusting taste of her urine lingering on his tongue.
For what seemed like hours, he licked and sucked at her puddled piss, cleaning every last drop from the floor. Finally, satisfied that he had done his job, he looked up, anticipating his mistress' next command.
But what he saw next made his heart stop in his chest. Standing before him, bare-assed and lewd, was Miss Medea, an obscene grin plastered across her face. "Come, my pet," she purred, lowering herself onto all fours. "It's time to prove your worth."
With that, she began to mount him, her juices dripping onto his thighs as he felt her hot, sweaty body press against his back. And then she thrust her hips forward, impaling herself on his cock as he cried out in pain and surprise.
Moaning with pleasure, Miss Medea began to ride him hard, her hips bucking wildly as she grinded her sex against his prostate. She gripped his hair once more, pulling his head back so she could meet his eyes. "I want you to look into those eyes," she commanded, her voice hoarse with lust. "I want you to see what I'm doing to you."
As he felt himself being taken to the brink of orgasm, he did as he was told, locking gazes with his cruel mistress. And then, just as he was about to lose control, she grabbed hold of his cock, milking him dry with her hand while continuing to thrust her hips up into the air.
Exhausted but satisfied, she finally pulled away, slumping to the floor in an elated heap. Glancing over at the motionless figure kneeling beside her, she let out a long, pleased sigh. "Now, my pet," she crooned, running a slow, contemplative finger down her dirty chin, "eat my shit and give me your thanks."
With hunger gnawing at his belly and the stench of his mistress's feces filling the room, the servant knew there was no other choice but to obey.
So, on all fours once more, he extended his tongue and tentatively tasted her feces. To his surprise, he found that it wasn't as vile as he had anticipated. In fact, it held a strange, intoxicating flavor that was almost addictive.
And so he began to consume, swallowing her waste with relish as he felt her eyes boring into the back of his head. As he emptied her bowels of their foul cargo, he felt a strange sense of fulfillment wash over him. He was her toilet, her plaything, her slave—and he loved every minute of it.
