Lady Scarlet ran hurriedly towards the cramped lavatory, her face flushed with urgency. She could feel the pressure building up inside her bowels, and it seemed as if an eternal wait was sitting on her chest. Once inside the tiny room, she locked the door behind her and let out a sigh of relief as she unhooked her panties and let them drop to the filthy floor.
She couldn't hold it in any longer, and already there was a slight tinge of shit on her skin. The slave, who was immobilized at her service, could not escape or turn his head away. Lady Scarlet wanted him to be always ready to satisfy her needs, no matter how dark or depraved they might be.
With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the dirty underwear towards the helpless man's face. He tried to catch them, but his movements were stiff and awkward due to the restraints binding him into position. With a growl of frustration, she grabbed his head forcefully and shoved her panties back into his face.
"You are pathetic," she spat, her voice harsh and cold. "I don't think you understand how to properly please your mistress."
The slave shook his head slightly in disagreement, but remained silent. He knew that arguing with her would only make matters worse.
Lady Scarlet grabbed hold of his hair and pushed his face deeper into the pile of filth on the slave's lap. "You will clean every inch of these dirty panties," she ordered. "I don't want my day to be ruined by the smell of shit."
She watched as he managed to pick up some of the panties with trembling hands and stuff them into his mouth. The taste of her feces and urine mixed together was nauseating, but he swallowed it all down without complaint.
Satisfied with his initial efforts, Lady Scarlet squatted over him and started emptying her bowels onto his face. The steady stream of shit cascaded down onto his face, filling his nose and mouth with the putrid smell. He tried his best to swallow it all, his eyes watering from the stench and the discomfort.
When she finally stopped, Lady Scarlet stood up and unzipped her pants, loading them up with more feces. She then kicked the useless slave in the stomach, sending him flying back into the wall. Slapping him across the face, she commanded him to clean up the floor as well.
Lady Scarlet watched as he scooped up the turds with his hands and tried to mop up the mess with a tattered rag. She felt a twisted sense of satisfaction knowing that he was forced to clean up after her, his face caked with her filth.
As she finished her business, Lady Scarlet fished out a fresh pair of clean panties from her bag. She smirked as she looked at the pathetic slave who was still trying to clean up the mess she had made.
"Never forget, my slave," she whispered menacingly, "that you are nothing but a toilet for my dirty butt."
