Natalia sat impatiently on her luxurious throne, her perfectly manicured nails tapping lightly against the shiny marble surface. Her eyes scanned the room, filled with gold-plated furniture, priceless artworks, and intricate wall designs. There was one thing missing—her slave.
Natalia's brow furrowed in irritation as she thought about it. "Angie," she muttered under her breath. "Where is that girl?" She frowned, her mouth twisting into a sour expression. "I hope she isn't too far gone."
As if on cue, the large oak doors at the far end of the room creaked open, and there he was—Angie, looking fearful and on the verge of tears. She bowed her head in submission, knowing that she had displeased her mistress.
Natalia's eyes narrowed, her anger only briefly subsiding as she considered the reason for Angie's absence. With a sharp motion, she pointed to the center of the room. "See that spot there? I believed we had agreed upon a routine, but it seems I was mistaken."
Angie's breath hitched in her throat, her heart racing as she began to understand what her mistress wanted. Nodding vigorously, she turned around and bent over at the waist, preparing herself for what was to come.
Slowly, she felt warmth spreading within her lower abdomen. It was the familiar sensation of needing to relieve herself, but this time, there was a twist—she couldn't simply rush to the bathroom like normal. Instead, she had to hold it in, right until the very last moment.
The tension within her grew almost unbearable as she felt her bowels rumble and churn. A bead of sweat formed on her brow, and she knew that if she didn't make it soon, she might just wet herself.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she felt the pressure build up to its peak. Without warning, a powerful stream of shit shot out of her widened anus, landing with a sickening splat in the middle of the room.
Immediately, Angie felt a wave of relief wash over her. She stayed in her position, her legs trembling as she waited for her mistress's next command.
Meanwhile, Natalia watched with interest as her slave's waste piled up on the floor. It was an unusual sight, but it filled her with a strange sense of satisfaction. After all, this was what she had trained Angie for—to be completely submissive and to obey her every command, no matter how degrading it might seem.
After a few moments, Natalia spoke, her voice cold and distant. "Now, clean it up," she commanded. "Every last bit."
With tears in her eyes, Angie began to crawl towards the pile of shit that used to be her dignity. She grabbed a handful of it, bringing it up to her mouth as she prepared to taste her own waste.
As she licked the filth from the floor, she could feel Natalia's eyes boring into the back of her head. It was a reminder that this was far from over—there were still more demeaning tasks ahead of her. But for now, at least, she had managed to maintain some semblance of obedience.
As she finished cleaning up the mess, Angie looked up at her mistress, hoping for some sign of approval or at least acknowledgement. But Natalia merely turned away, her attention elsewhere.
With a sigh of resignation, Angie stood up and began to wipe the remaining traces of feces from the floor. She knew that there would be no end to her mistress's twisted games, but deep down, she also knew that she wouldn't want it any other way.
