As the sun began its descent behind the mountains, a young Chinese maid named Lisa found herself in an increasingly awkward position. She had been hired to tend to the home of an extremely wealthy family and was quickly learning that her duties went far beyond what she had ever anticipated.
Lisa's employers were not like any other family she had worked for before. They were obsessed with scat, and Lisa soon found herself caught up in their strange world of fetishism. At first, she was horrified but as time went on, she became desensitized to the odors and sights around her.
Today, however, her nerves were frayed. Her mistress, a stunningly beautiful woman with a body that would make any man weak in the knees, had called her into her chambers for a special task. Lisa's heart was racing as she knocked on the ornate door and waited for permission to enter.
When she was finally admitted, her eyes widened in shock. Her mistress was wearing nothing but a sheer nightgown, her long black hair cascading down her back like waterfall. In the center of the room was a massive golden throne, and on the throne sat a woman who could only be described as regal.
"Kneel before your queen," boomed a voice that seemed to echo off the walls. Lisa hesitated for only a moment before dropping to her knees, head bowed in submission.
"Today," continued the voice, "I have a very special task for you. You are going to be my human toilet."
Lisa's eyes widened in horror. She tried to protest, but the words caught in her throat. She couldn't bring herself to speak such blasphemous words.
"Do not question your queen," her mistress warned, a dangerous glint in her eye. "You will do as you are told, or there will be consequences."
With a trembling hand, Lisa reached behind her and undid her maid's apron, allowing it to fall to the floor. She was surprised when her mistress didn't even flinch at the smell of urine that had been slowly seeping into it throughout the day.
The queen rose from her throne, revealing herself to be completely naked. Lisa's eyes were drawn to her round, plump behind, which was glistening with a sheen of sweat.
"You may look," said the queen, her voice calm but commanding. "I want you to enjoy every moment of this."
Lisa's heart was pounding in her chest as she watched, helplessly transfixed, as her mistress approached her. She could feel the heat radiating off the woman's body, and a small part of her was aroused despite the fear that gripped her.
Without warning, the queen sat down heavily on Lisa's back, causing her to let out a gasp of surprise. She felt the warmth of her mistress's body against her bare skin, and the pressure in her rectum as the queen positioned herself for what was to come.
Slowly, but surely, Lisa felt a warm stream of liquid begin to fill her mouth. At first, she thought it was urine, but as she tasted it, she realized that it was something much worse. It was a thick, foul-smelling substance that coated her tongue and made her want to gag.
But she couldn't gag. She couldn't do anything but hold the queen's waste in her mouth and swallow it down like a good little toilet. As the flow of excrement gradually slowed to a stop, Lisa felt a sense of relief wash over her.
"Excellent work," cooed the queen, patting Lisa's head fondly. "Now, clean yourself up and prepare for your next task."
Lisa stumbled to her feet, her mouth still filled with the taste of her mistress's waste. She didn't dare ask what the next task would be, knowing full well that it would be just as humiliating and degrading as the last. All she could do was obey.
