Lady Scarlet strode purposefully into her exclusive studio, her eyes locked on a figure slumbering on the couch. The idiot slave, as she thought of him, had been tasked with attending to her every need but was currently caught up in a deep sleep. With a huff of exasperation, she woke him roughly by kicking his side.
"What is the meaning of this?!" she demanded, glaring down at him as he groggily attempted to sit up. "Don't you remember I told you I needed a toilet? A human toilet!" she spat the words, her anger only barely contained.
"M-my lady, I'm sorry," he stammered, his gaze flicking momentarily to the exposed entrance of her lower body. "I'll prepare one for you immediately."
The slave struggled to his feet and hurried off, leaving Lady Scarlet to stand there, her body aching with the need to relieve herself. She was intimately familiar with the slaves' role in her life: they existed solely to serve her every whim, and even though this particular one had failed her, she couldn't deny the thrill she derived from their degradation.
After what felt like an eternity, the slave returned carrying a small stool. He placed it in front of her and bowed his head submissively, his gaze locked on the growing wetness between her legs. Lady Scarlet climbed onto the stool, her heart thumping in anticipation as she gripped the sides tightly. For a moment, she savored the power she held over the pathetic creature before lowering her bare bottom onto its raised surface.
"I hope you're prepared for what's coming," she purred, her voice a low, threatening rumble. The slave could only nod dumbly in response, his eyes wide with terror but also an inexplicable arousal.
As if on cue, Lady Scarlet's bowels let loose with an explosive force that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The slave's mouth fell open in shock as he was forced to witness this most intimate moment of his mistress' life. Unable to contain himself, he let out a soft moan of excitement as she continued to empty her bowels onto his face and into his waiting mouth. The smell was repulsive, and yet he couldn't help but take each precious drop that Lady Scarlet so willingly offered him.
When she finally finished, Lady Scarlet let out a satisfied sigh. She'd derived great pleasure from this act of dominance and degradation, and the slave had proven himself more than capable of satisfying her needs. Yet, as she stood up and stepped away from the stool, she noticed a small dribble of urine running down the slave's chin.
"Did I stutter?" she snarled, reaching down to grab a handful of his hair. "You will clean up after me, slave!" She yanked his head back, forcing him to open his mouth wide before depositing a glob of feces onto his tongue. "Taste your mistress," she hissed, her eyes burning with anger.
The slave complied, allowing the feces to slide down his throat as he struggled to come to terms with this latest humiliation. It wasn't until Lady Scarlet picked up a small vial from a nearby table that he realized what was about to happen next.
"What are you doing?" he stammered, trying desperately to escape the cold grip of his mistress' hand. "You promised you wouldn't...you wouldn't make me swallow your seed!"
Lady Scarlet couldn't help but chuckle at his pathetic pleading. "Ah, but I never said anything about collecting your own seed," she purred, her voice dripping with spiteful delight. "Open your mouth."
The slave did as he was told, his eyes filled with terror as he braced himself for the inevitable. Lady Scarlet grabbed him by the hair again and held his head still as she pressed the mouth of the vial to his lips. With a sudden surge of strength, she forced his mouth open and squeezed the contents of the vial into his gaping maw. It took all his willpower not to gag as he felt the hot, salty fluid flood his mouth and down his throat.
With a satisfied smile, Lady Scarlet drew back to observe her handiwork. The slave stared up at her with pleading eyes, begging for mercy or forgiveness, but she was beyond reach. For now, he was nothing more than a living toilet and she would use him as such whenever the mood struck her.
And so it was that Lady Scarlet left the unsuspecting slave behind, his mind reeling from the series of degrading acts he had just been subjected to. His head throbbed as he tried to make sense of it all, but one thing was certain: this was his new reality, and there was no escape from it.
