Lady Scarlet woke up with a start, her eyes opening slowly as she took in her surroundings. The dimly-lit room was familiar, but her mind was still foggy from waking up after what felt like a long and restful sleep. She sat up, stretching her arms over her head and yawning deeply. Instantly, the need to use the bathroom hit her like a ton of bricks.
As she always did when she needed to take a shit, Lady Scarlet's mind drifted back to Scotland. The memories of her last vacation there were still fresh in her mind, especially the nights she had spent in cozy pubs with warm whiskey and hearty food. It seemed that those memories always left her feeling particularly heavy and unsettled in her bowels.
With a determined look on her face, Lady Scarlet swung her legs off the bed and stood up straight. She glanced down at the man who had been sleeping at her feet, naked and vulnerable. He looked up at her with wide, frightened eyes, his mouth opening slightly in anticipation.
"When I wake up, I need to go to the bathroom," she began, her voice cold and clear. "And as you know, I prefer to use a human toilet than a ceramic one."
Lady Scarlet walked over to the trembling slave and bent down, grabbing him by the hair and pulling his head towards her feet. "Kiss them," she commanded, her voice calm but authoritative.
The slave obeyed without hesitation, pressing his lips against her feet and kissing them passionately. Despite the appropriateness of his actions in this situation, there was an undeniable sense of vulnerability about him as he knelt before Lady Scarlet, naked and exposed.
As he kissed her feet, Lady Scarlet's hand wandered down to his testicles, squeezing them gently before moving up to his nipples. She pinched them hard, sending shivers down his spine. "Did you miss me?" she asked, her tone teasing.
The slave trembled beneath her touch but managed to squeak out a reply: "Yes, my lady."
"Good boy," she replied, smirking.
She reached into her pocket and withdrew a tiny mirror, holding it up to his lips. "I spit in your mouth," she said menacingly, watching as he opened his mouth obediently to receive her saliva.
Lady Scarlet moved away from him, walking over to a nearby chair and sitting down. She picked up one of her high heels, examining it carefully before placing it on the ground next to the slave. "You know what happens next," she said, her voice a low growl.
Without hesitation, the slave moved forward, pressing his face against the soft leather of her shoe. He opened his mouth wide, ready to receive whatever she was going to give him.
Lady Scarlet ran her fingers through her hair, taking her time as she made her way to the bathroom. She felt a small turd form in her bowels, and she couldn't help but grin to herself. This was going to be good.
When she emerged from the bathroom, she was carrying a small mirror. She held it up to the slave's face, forcing him to look at himself. "Do you see how intense my intimate scent is?" she asked, her voice cold and mocking. "Because it promises to be a good shit."
She reached down and pulled off her robe, revealing her naked body to him. Her ass was perfectly round, and she knew that he could see the dark stain of her shit spreading across her cheeks. It was a sight that filled him with both terror and excitement, and he couldn't help but shiver as he looked up at her.
Taking a deep breath, Lady Scarlet bent down and grabbed his penis in her hand, guiding it towards her bare ass. "I want you to taste me," she said, her voice low and seductive. "I've been saving this for you."
The slave hesitated for a moment before leaning forward, pressing his lips against her asshole. He could feel the warmth of her body against his face, along with the thick roughness of the turd forming in her bowels. Despite his fear, he couldn't help but feel a small stirring of desire as he tasted his mistress's ass.
Lady Scarlet groaned, feeling the slave's tongue working against her anus. She closed her eyes, taking a moment to savor the sensation before leaning forward and squatting over him. "I really want to shit," she murmured, her voice trembling with anticipation.
She pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail, revealing the dark stains of her own excitement smeared across her chest. With a shaky breath, she leaned forward again, this time pushing against the slave's mouth with her hand. A small turd tumbled out of her asshole, landing on his tongue with a wet smack.
The slave moved his tongue up and down, trying to work the chunk of shit into his mouth. He could feel it softening, its edges dissolving under the warmth of his tongue. As he swallowed it down, he could feel another piece begin to form inside him.
"You're such a good boy," Lady Scarlet whispered, leaning forward to press her hand against his head. The tip of her middle finger pushed against his tongue, prodding it to force the rest of the shit into his mouth. "Now you have to enjoy every last bit of it."
With a final push, she expelled the rest of the turd from her ass, sending a long string of hot liquid and solid waste tumbling out of her. The slave dutifully caught it all in his mouth, swallowing each bite as if it were the most delicious meal in the world.
As he worked to clean her ass, Lady Scarlet looked down at him with a mixture of pride and desire. Despite the horrific things she was making him do, there was a strange sort of power in it that she found strangely arousing.
Finally, when she was satisfied that his mouth was clean, Lady Scarlet stood up. She ran her hand down her leg, smearing the last of her shit between her thighs and across her pubic mound. Without warning, she bent down and plunged her fingers into the slave's mouth, pushing them against his tongue and into his throat.
"Swallow it all," she ordered, her voice harsh but triumphant. "Every drop of it."
As he did as he was told, Lady Scarlet stood up and stretched, her body glistening with sweat and filth. She picked up another small turd from the floor, examining it carefully before holding it out to the slave. "This one's for you," she said, her voice almost loving.
With trembling hands, the slave took the piece of shit from her and pressed it against his lips. He knew that there was nothing he could do to resist her. As he opened his mouth, he felt a wave of both revulsion and arousal wash over him, and he knew that he would be spending the rest of his life serving his mistress in this way.
