As the sun began to rise over the Chinese city, a young man named David woke up in a state of anticipation and desire. He was a toilet slave for his mistress, Madame Lu, who ruled over him with an iron fist. Madame Lu was known for her love of scat play and had made it clear that today would be no exception.
David walked quietly down the hallway of the lavish mansion, his heart pounding in his chest. He could hear the faint sounds of his mistress's voice coming from her bathroom. Pulling open the door, he was greeted with a wave of warm, humid air that carried with it the unmistakable scent of his mistress's ass.
Madame Lu was sitting on the toilet, her exquisite cheeks puffed out and glistening with sweat. She turned to face him, her eyes dark and filled with lust. Without a word, she spread her legs wide, revealing her tightly clenched asshole. David knelt before her, his head between her thighs, eager to taste the fruits of her labor.
Using his tongue like a paintbrush, David began to paint a masterpiece on his mistress's ass. He lapped up the salty, musky fluid that leaked from her anus and worked his way up to her clenched hole. With each stroke of his tongue, he felt her release another pearl of feces, which he swiftly swallowed.
Madame Lu moaned in pleasure as she felt David's eager tongue working its magic on her backdoor. She reached down and grasped the back of his head, pulling him closer as she permitted herself to surrender to the act. The more forcefully she pushed her shit out, the more it drove David into a frenzy of submission and delight.
As the sun began to rise higher in the sky, Madame Lu finally released her load into David's waiting mouth. He swallowed every last drop, his face flushed with the mix of humiliation and arousal that coursed through him. Madame Lu rewarded him with a smile, before dismissing him with a gentle pat on the head.
David rose slowly, his knees shaking with the intensity of the experience. As he backed away from the throne, he could feel the stickiness of his mistress's excrement clinging to his lips and tongue. He knew that this was but another example of the twisted power dynamics that bound them together, and he couldn't wait for the next opportunity to taste his mistress's shit once again.
