In the wake of his morning humiliation inside Miss Lith Domina's Milan apartment bathroom, Jean dreaded what was in store for him as he waited obediently in her living room. But he had no idea that his torment was about to resume so soon, much less intensify.
At precisely 3 pm, Miss Lith strolled into the room, her presence exuding dominance and power. Without breaking stride, she marched directly towards Jean and squatted over him, her slick pussy mere inches from his face. She looked down at him coldly, her violet eyes ablaze with contempt and revenge.
"Well, well, well, Jean," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "It seems that my Little Shit has been waiting rather impatiently." She positioned herself just right and, without warning, leaned forward and unleashed a torrential piss straight into Jean's eagerly gaping mouth. He was forced to swallow all of it, choking back the acrid flood as it rushed down his throat.
"That's a good boy," she whispered cruelly as she continued to urinate onto his face. Finally, she pulled away and stood up, giving him a clear view of her wet, glistening crotch. Anticipating what was about to happen, Jean closed his eyes and braced himself for the onslaught.
Without warning, Miss Lith twisted around and aimed her ass at him, unleashing a powerful stream of liquid diarrhea. The thick, runny filth cascaded over his open mouth, filling his cavity to the brim. It was the stuff of nightmares: foul, steaming, and reeking of putridness. The diarrhea spilled from the corners of his mouth, coating his face in her foul embrace. He tried to turn away, but a cruel smirk crossed Miss Lith's face as she used her foot to push him back towards her.
"Swallow it all, you pathetic worm," she commanded, her voice dripping with venom. "No matter how it feels, you will do as you're told. Dont you dare spit out your Goddess's gift. Ever."
Despite the utter humiliation and discomfort coursing through him, Jean obeyed without hesitation. As he tried to swallow the repulsive mess, Miss Lith watched him with keen attention, enjoying every single moment of his torment.
Suddenly, she grinned maliciously and raised an eyebrow. "Maybe a little bit of pleasure in your life won't hurt," she mused before raising a finger and pointing towards his pants. "And since you've been such a good little servant shit-eater today, perhaps you deserve a reward."
With trembling hands, Jean reached down and started stroking his worthless cock, feeling a faint glimmer of hope. But that hope was quickly dashed as Miss Lith continued to tease him, ordering him to bring himself closer to climax. Just as he was about to cross that forbidden threshold, Miss Lith slapped him hard across the face.
"Oh no, you don't," she scoffed. "You can't cum, remember? That's right: no pleasure for you. Just enough to make this foul mess bearable."
Ignoring his tears and whimpers of despair, Miss Lith grabbed a handful of the diarrhea sludge that coated Jean's face and pushed it into his mouth. He gagged and choked as she forced him to swallow the filth a second time.
"Look how much you've eaten already," she taunted, her cruel laughter echoing through the room. "You'll be doing laps in the gutter by the time I'm finished with you."
And so it went on. For what felt like an eternity, Miss Lith Domina continued to torment poor Jean, turning him into nothing more than a living wastebin. She emptied her bowels onto his face, in his mouth, and all over his body - all while forcing him to clean up after herself.
As day turned into night, Jean was left a broken, shivering wreck, questioning why he had ever stepped foot into Miss Lith's world. Would he survive this living hell? Only time would tell.
Either way, one thing was certain: Jean's life was no longer his own. He was now Miss Lith's loyal servant, her plaything, her diarrhea dumpster. And he would spend the next 8 days proving his worth as such.
