As I, Miss Lith Domina, made my way to the bathroom, I was radiating with confidence and power. Today was going to be a special day for my slave; he was about to witness my true dominance. My perfect ass cheeks swayed gently under my tight latex dress as I entered the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I could already feel the warmth spreading through my body as anticipation built within me.
Inside the room, my slave was lying on the cold tiled floor, his eyes fixed on the funnel that rested near his open mouth. His once-handsome face looked pale and dejected, but I knew that would change soon. The funnel was one of his favorite toys, and he couldn't wait for what was about to come. Suddenly, I squatted down over him, reaching back to caress my own behind before slowly lowering myself onto the toilet seat.
His breath hitched in his throat as he watched my moist pussy lips spread around the cool porcelain. It was a sight that both aroused and terrified him - something he had grown accustomed to since I had taken control of his life. With a forceful motion, I unleashed a torrent of liquid diarrhea into the funnel, and it began to fill quickly. The smell was enough to make anyone retch, but for my servant, it was a scent that sent shivers of excitement down his spine.
"Swallow it all," I commanded with a cruel grin on my face. And he did as he was told, opening his mouth wide to accept every last drop of my filth. He lapped up my piss like a thirsty dog at a water bowl, gagging slightly as it coated his tongue. His eyes watered from the awful taste, but he never broke his gaze from mine. This was his punishment and his reward - a humiliating act of devotion that would please his Mistress.
When the funnel was finally empty, I stood up straight, admiring myself in the mirror. My perfect ass cheeks shook slightly with each thrust of my hips, taunting him to grovel even more. "Now then," I said, turning back to face him, "show me how much you truly love me." My slave knew exactly what I meant; he scrambled over to the floor, grabbing the kitchen shovel we kept nearby. He scraped at the remnants of my waste, ensuring not a single morsel was left behind. I watched impassively as he lapped up every last bit, his tongue sliding over the cool porcelain without hesitation.
Finally satisfied, I stepped away from the bowl and turned my back to him. "Now clean me," I ordered flatly. His tongue darted out immediately, licking up the remnants of my shit from my anus. It was a messy process that left my skin slick with his saliva. But as he cleaned me, I could see in his eyes that he felt honored - this was his ultimate submission to me.
When he was finished, I turned around again, my perfect ass now gleaming in the fluorescent light. "Well done, slave," I purred, running my hand down his cheek tenderly. The coldness of my touch served as a reminder of who was truly in control here. "Remember this moment; it is your duty to please your Mistress in any way she desires."
And with that, I left the bathroom, leaving him there on the floor, the scent of my waste clinging to his skin like a second skin. He knew that he would be rewarded for his obedience but also knew that there would be consequences if he ever failed me. As I walked away, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that my slave was entirely under my control, body and soul.
