The scene opens with a beautiful woman by the name of Mistress Marlena standing over her slave, affectionately referred to as pretty boy. She smirks down at him, softly stroking his hair as she addresses him. "It's been quite some time since I've used you as my toilet, hasn't it?" she asks, her voice filled with tenderness and nostalgia.
Pretty boy whimpers softly, looking up at her with wide, pleading eyes. He nods hesitantly, tears threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes. "I... I missed it too, Mistress," he manages to stammer.
Her face softens as she leans down, her cool breath tickling his neck. She kisses him gently before pulling away with a wicked grin. "Well, that won't do," she declares, her tone suddenly hardening. "You've been such a good boy lately that I decided it was time to reward you with a nice surprise."
Suddenly, pretty boy feels a strange sensation in his stomach. At first, he thinks he might be getting sick, but the feeling quickly becomes more intense. It's then that Mistress Marlena produces a small platter, laden with her freshly excreted feces.
"Here you go, pretty boy," she says sweetly, holding the plate out to him. "Three mouthfuls of my divine shit, straight from my asshole to your mouth. Isn't it beautiful?" Without waiting for an answer, she thrusts the plate into his hands, her sharp nails digging into the soft flesh of his wrists.
Pretty boy stares at the plate, his mind reeling with the magnitude of this task. He takes a tentative lick, his tongue touching the cool, smooth surface of the shit. It tastes disgusting, but he forces himself to swallow. When he opens his eyes again, he sees Mistress Marlena watching him intently. "That's my good boy," she coos, leaning down to place a tender kiss on his forehead. "You've barely begun."
With shaking hands, pretty boy scoops up the first mouthful of shit and forces it into his mouth. He can feel it sliding down his throat, causing his stomach to churn. When he has finished the first mouthful, Mistress Marlena applauds softly, her long fingernails clicking against each other. "Very good, pretty boy. Now, let's try for another one."
Feeling lightheaded and nauseous, pretty boy obediently scoops up another mouthful of shit. This time, as he swallows it down, he feels a warm, wet sensation against his lips. He looks up, meeting Mistress Marlena's gaze. "And of course, my piss," she says, a mischievous glint in her eye. "To complement this perfect breakfast at 9 AM."
As pretty boy stares, unable to believe what he's seeing, Mistress Marlena steps back, her arms crossed over her chest. She watches him for a moment before speaking again. "Well, my pretty boy," she says, her voice softening once more. "Do you still want to become as good as him? Then you know who to contact."
With that, she turns and walks away, leaving pretty boy alone with his thoughts. He sits there for a long time, staring at the empty plate in front of him. Was he really her toilet? Was this his life now? He didn't know the answers to these questions, but he knew one thing for sure. He had to find a way to please Mistress Marlena, no matter what that entailed.
