In Miss Medeas's dirty store, her slave lay under a spanking bench, his feet tied and eyes pleading for mercy. The mistress, an enchantress of the lowest variety, smiled wickedly and revealed her intentions. She would use him as her personal shit toilet today, and he would have no choice but to submit and swallow every pile she'd grace him with. The idea seemed to sicken him, but she only laughed and told him there would be no hiding from her dark desires.
As she sat above him, spittle dripping from her full lips, Miss Medeas continued her torment with words. Teasing him with images of his own helplessness and her domination, she left him trembling in anticipation of what was to come. Finally, she stood up and revealed her most prized possession: her round, firm ass. The cheeks looked plump and ready for the task at hand, and though he was repulsed by the idea, his cock twitched nonetheless.
"You think that's sexy, don't you?" She hissed, delighting in his conflicted emotions. "Well, it's about to get even better. Today, you will be fed my shit, and you will like it." She took a step closer, her hips swinging sensually, and lowered herself down onto his face.
The weight of her body pressed him into the floor, making it hard to breathe. He closed his eyes and tried to resist, but her words were like a poison working their way through his veins. All he could think about was obeying this twisted mistress and taking her shit into his mouth. As she grinded her ass back and forth over his face, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.
Obeying her command was far easier than he'd anticipated; the smell of her ass was intoxicating, and the feel of her warmth against his skin sent shivers of pleasure through his body. She groaned in delight as he began to lick at her anus, pushing his face deeper into her folds. She was closer now; he could almost taste it.
Suddenly, Miss Medeas pulled her ass away and stood up. Her cocky grin never faltered as she held out her hand, revealing a huge pile of steaming poop resting in her palm. "Here's your first meal," she said, her voice low and threatening. "Swallow it all, every last bit. And remember: if you don't follow my orders, things will get much worse."
With trembling hands, he reached out and took the pile from her, his mind reeling with the implications of his actions. As he brought the foul mass to his mouth, he closed his eyes and steeled himself for what was to come. It tasted disgusting—worse than anything he'd ever imagined—but he forced himself to keep swallowing, taking one bite after another until he'd eaten every last morsel.
The relief he felt was short-lived, however, as Miss Medeas reached into her bag and produced a pair of large clamps. Before he could react, she'd attached them to his nipples, and then she began to twist. The pain was excruciating, but it wasn't enough to distract him from the next command he saw coming.
"Stand up," she growled, her voice dark with menace. "And show me how much you love taking my shit." Slowly, his body trembling with fear and anticipation, the slave stood up, presenting himself before his mistress once more. He closed his eyes as he felt her weight settle down on him again, her warm, sticky ass pressing against his mouth once more.
As she began to grind against him again, he tried to keep focused on the pain in his nipples, using it to distract himself from the revolting task at hand. But as she grew closer and closer to letting loose another massive load of shit, he knew there was no escape.
And so he waited, his stomach churning with anticipation, as she finally pushed her ass back and released another massive pile of excrement into his eagerly waiting mouth. It was a bitter taste that lingered long after she'd moved away, but he swallowed every last drop, knowing that the only way to escape this torture would be to become the perfect shit-eating toilet she demanded.
