As the sun rose high in the sky, I felt a sense of anticipation wash over me. Today was going to be a unique adventure, one that I had been planning for quite some time. I was going to indulge myself in the perverse pleasure of using my poor slave as a piss toilet for the entire afternoon.
I carefully wrapped him in mummification foil, ensuring that he couldn't move an inch. His eyes widened in fear as I tied him up, knowing what was coming. He knew his mistress's cruel intentions all too well.
I left him in the dark dungeon and proceeded to collect my cold piss in a special cup just for him. I took my time, savoring the thought of how much he was going to suffer today. When I finally had enough, I returned to the dungeon.
"Time to serve your purpose," I hissed, pulling out the cup of warm-but-not-too-warm piss. He whimpered as he saw what was coming, his eyes begging for mercy. But alas, there would be no mercy today.
I put my mouth to his and forced him to drink every drop of my pee. He gagged and choked, but he took it all. I could tell he was struggling, but I didn't care. He was mine to do with as I pleased.
As he lay there, his lips swollen from all the liquid, I decided it was time to raise the stakes. "You're a good piss drinker," I purred, "but today, you're going to be something even better."
I stood over him, my pussy dripping with desire. "From now on," I whispered menacingly, "your duty will be to catch all my pisses when they come out of this hot, wet hole." I spread my legs wide, exposing myself fully.
Then, without warning, I released a torrent of pee straight onto his helpless face. He sputtered and choked as the urine flowed relentlessly down his throat and into his lungs. He coughed and gagged, struggling to stay alive as the waves of warm piss washed over him again and again.
But my torment wasn't over yet. As I pulled back to catch my breath, I realized that I also had to take a shit. Well, why waste a good opportunity?
"While you're at it," I said with a sly grin, "you're going to be my new scat toilet too."
I lifted my dress and moaned as the fresh breeze hit my bare bottom. My slave's eyes grew wide as he saw what was coming next. I sauntered towards him, lowering myself slowly onto his helpless face.
"Welcome to the new you," I said, shoving my turd right into his mouth. He struggled, trying to spit it out, but I had warned him of the consequences.
"No spitting allowed," I whispered menacingly. "If you do, I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your pathetic life."
And so, for what seemed like an eternity, he lay there, taking in my shit and my piss. I left him alone for a while, enjoying the peace and quiet. When I finally returned, he was a mess. His mouth was full of my feces, and he was gasping for air.
"Oh my," I said coyly, "it looks like you've had a tough time." I leaned down and took a long, slow drag from my cigarette before unceremoniously emptying the rest of my piss onto his face. "Now clean it up," I growled.
Shivering with fear but also with anticipation for what would happen next, he leaned forward and started licking my feces from his face. He had no choice. He was my slave, and he would do anything I said.
As he lapped at my mess, I sat back and watched, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and arousal. This was power at its finest, and I owned every moment of it.
When he was finally clean enough to my satisfaction, I released him from his bonds and left him there, half-naked and shivering in the dungeon. I knew that tomorrow would bring new torments, but for now, I was content to bask in the afterglow of my latest triumph.
