I was standing in front of the full-length mirror, admiring my reflection. The black lace ensemble hugged my curves perfectly, exposing my ample cleavage and accentuating my shapely legs. But it was the pair of sky-high stilettos that had me feeling especially confident. As I slipped them onto my feet, my ass swayed enticingly from side to side, begging to be admired. I smiled wickedly at my own reflection before turning to find my new pet waiting anxiously by the door.
"Let's go, toilet slave," I purred, grabbing him by the leash that was connected to a metal collar around his neck. He whimpered softly, trailing behind me as we walked through the streets of Shanghai. We reached our destination – a lavish mansion hidden away from prying eyes – and I pushed him down to his knees before unlocking the ornate door.
Once inside, I led him into a dimly lit room where a steel toilet bowl and a massive pile of human feces sat in the center. "This is your new home, toilet slave," I told him, his face scrunching up at the stench emanating from the bowl. He wasn't used to this yet, I could tell. But he'd soon learn to love every disgusting moment of it.
I sat down on the edge of the toilet, my ass hanging just above the bowl. "Kiss my ass, toilet slave," I commanded, flashing him a sultry look over my shoulder. He hesitated for a moment before leaning forward and pressing his lips against my firm cheeks. His tongue darted out tentatively, tasting the essence of his own filth that coated my skin.
As he looked up at me with wide eyes, I knew he was ready for the next step. I stood up slowly, positioning myself so that he had a clear view of my anus. "Lick my asshole, toilet slave," I ordered, my voice gentle but firm. He hesitated again, taking in the sight before finally lowering his head and beginning to lap at my tight sphincter with his tongue.
I closed my eyes, savoring the moment. The feeling of his tongue on my anus sent shivers down my spine as he lapped eagerly, eager to please his Mistress. "That's a good toilet slave," I whispered, unfastening my panties and stepping out of them. "Now, onto the scale."
I placed my soiled panties on a small digital scale, watching as it beeped in delight at the weight they carried. "One pound," I announced, throwing him a triumphant smirk. "And you get to eat it all."
He whined softly, but when I snapped my fingers and pointed to the pile of shit on the floor, he knew he had no choice. He dove in, tongue flicking out to taste every inch of the pile. His eyes widened as he realized what he was doing, but under my command, there was no turning back.
As he lapped up the scent and texture of his own waste, I took a seat on the toilet once more. This time, I lowered my ass all the way down, letting him taste the elixir of humiliation that dripped from my anal cavity. "Mmm, that's it, toilet slave. Drink it all up."
His tongue darted out, eagerly lapping at the juices flowing from my asshole. He gulped down the thick liquid, cleaning me out from the inside. It was like a toilet brush, only more intimate and humiliating. But he wasn't done yet. "Clean me properly," I ordered, pointing to the pile of shit on the floor.
He dove back in, using his tongue to meticulously scrape up every last bit of his waste. It coated his face, his body, and finally, my panties. I watched him work, a mix of arousal and amusement burning through me. This was the ultimate power trip – having someone worship the very thing that disgusted them.
As he Clean me with his tongue, I couldn't help but feel a pang of excitement. This was why I loved using him as my personal toilet slave. I collected another five pounds of his waste, letting him consume it all as he continued to clean me. By now, his face was covered in shit, and he whimpered softly, begging for mercy.
"Not yet," I whispered, pulling him up onto his feet. "We're not done here." I led him to a nearby room, where I had built a miniature Mount Everest of human feces – a tribute to our twisted relationship. "This is for you," I said, pointing to the massive pile.
"You'll sleep in it tonight, underneath your own pile of shit. It's your little bed now, toilet slave." I smiled cruelly as he shivered at the thought. He knew what lay ahead of him. But to me, it was another challenge – another opportunity to push him to his limits and show him who was truly in charge.
With one last look at the trembling toilet slave, I left him there, his chin dripping with his own waste as he stared up at the towering pile of shit that was now his new home. I knew he would wake up tomorrow, his body aching from the exertion of the night before, ready to face his Mistress again. And I couldn't wait to see what new humiliations I would inflict upon him next.
