The elegant and dominant Moni Domme stood before her helpless slave, contemplating her next move. She was in the midst of a nasty bout of constipation, and her large, pellet-like turds sat heavily upon his face - his puny, pathetic cock jutting out from underneath them. "You're so lucky to be allowed to worship my asshole like this," she purred, "Now let's see if you're man enough to handle this next challenge."
With a cruel smirk, Moni reached down and squeezed his tiny, naked balls, eliciting a moan of pain from the pitiful creature. "I want you to cum, slave," she said, her voice dripping with malice, "But you only have one minute to do it. If you don't, I'll make you clean up the mess I've made all over again - and then maybe I'll let you die slowly from all the shit I've forced down your throat."
As the countdown began in his mind, the slave's heart raced with fear and an insane sort of pleasure. He knew what he was about to be asked to do was disgusting and humiliating, but he also knew that it was the only way he would ever earn a modicum of respect from his Mistress. Barely able to breathe through the stench of her feces and the pressure on his balls, he began to stroking his cock frantically - desperate to unload before the timer ran out.
As the sixty-second mark approached, Moni's eyes flashed with anticipation. She had never asked this of a toilet slave before, and she couldn't wait to see if he would manage it. The timer chimed, and she let out a low growl. "Did you cum, slave?"
With a groan, the slave forced the last remaining shreds of his dignity aside and answered truthfully. "Yes, Mistress."
Moni stepped forward, eyeing the pathetic mess on his cock in disgust. "Good boy," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now clean it all up."
As the slave slid off the repugnant turds from his face and neck, he could feel the tears streaming down his cheeks. He knew that this was just the beginning - that there would be many more challenges and humiliations in store for him. But for now, he had proven himself to his Mistress. And that was a small victory, however hollow it might seem.
