As the day drew to a close, Mistress found herself needing to relieve herself. She walked into the lavatory, a look of annoyance on her face as she noticed the slave standing outside the door. "Can't you see I need some privacy?" she snapped, irritated by his constant presence. The slave bowed his head in submission, but his stomach grumbled loudly in response.
Mistress turned back to him with an eyebrow raised in curiosity. "Did you just growl?" she asked, amused by the situation unfolding before her. The slave couldn't meet her gaze as he nodded embarrassedly. "And why exactly are you so hungry?" she continued, intrigued by his behavior.
"I-I wanted to eat your excrement, Mistress," he mumbled, his cheeks turning bright red at the admission. Mistress couldn't help but laugh at the slave's bold confession. "Well, I suppose that's one way to show your loyalty," she mused, not entirely disgusted by the idea. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she decided to play along with his unusual request.
She stepped onto the toilet seat, hovering just above its rims as she surveyed the scene before her. The slave watched eagerly as she slowly lowered herself into the bowl, his stomach churning with anticipation. As soon as she was settled, she motioned for him to approach.
Trembling with excitement, the slave knelt down beside her and lowered his mouth towards the rim of the toilet bowl. He took a deep breath and slowly opened his mouth wide, ready for whatever she had in store for him.
Mistress chuckled darkly as she watched him, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and arousal. She leaned forward, her weight pressing on his shoulders as she teasingly brought her anus close to his mouth. The slave hesitated for a moment before finally closing his lips around her opening, his tongue darting out to taste her.
With a soft moan, Mistress closed her eyes and let herself go, allowing the slave to pleasure her in this unconventional way. She gasped as he began to suckle her ass like a ragdoll, his mouth slurping and licking against her sensitive skin. It felt so taboo yet so incredibly arousing that she found herself losing control.
As he continued his oral assault, Mistress reached behind her and began to stroke his manhood, her fingers coated with her own bodily fluids from earlier in the day. She worked him over, teasing and toying with him until he could no longer hold back. With a loud groan, he released himself onto the cold floor, covering his mouth with shock and disgust at what he had just done.
Mistress, however, was far from finished. She pushed herself upright once more, unable to suppress a wicked grin as she watched him writhe in discomfort beneath her. "Now it's time for you to eat your fill," she purred, lifting her dress slightly to reveal herself fully. The slave looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers for the first time since they had begun this twisted game.
With a nod, he positioned himself between her legs and leaned forward, his mouth once again finding its mark near her anus. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, preparing himself for the taste of his Mistress that he had craved all day.
As he began to lick and suckle her again, Mistress gasped and threw her head back in ecstasy. She grabbed onto the sink behind her for support, her knees weakening under the wave of pleasure washing over her. This was a side of her desires she never knew existed, yet here she was indulging in it with unbridled enthusiasm.
Their session continued in this way for several minutes, the sound of slurping and moaning filling the small bathroom. Finally, both of them reached their climaxes together, their bodies shuddering with release. As they lay there panting heavily, the slave looked up at Mistress with newfound respect and admiration.
"You are truly one of a kind, Mistress," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. She smiled down at him, her heart racing from the thrill of their encounter. "And you, my slave," she replied softly, "are exactly what I need."
