It was a warm, spring day in Germany, and Schmutzige Miss Madison was sitting on her throne, admiring the view from her grand two-story window. She'd just finished enjoying a hearty breakfast of sausages, eggs, and slabs of dark, crusty bread, washing it down with steaming cups of coffee. Life was good when you were mistress of the manor and could enjoy such luxuries.
There was a faint knock on her door, signaling the arrival of her toilet slave. He was a sad, pathetic figure, always anxious and worried about the task at hand. Madison couldn't help but feel a twinge of amusement as she waved him in.
"Ah, you're here! I was just about to use the loo. Do you think you could help me out?" she purred, her blue eyes sparkling with anticipation.
The slave nodded eagerly, his eyes fixed on the large golden gilt chair in the corner of the room. He knew what was expected of him and began undoing the buttons on her blouse, exposing her plump, heaving bosom. Madison closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh, enjoying the sensation of being touched by another person.
"That's it, sweetie," she cooed, running her fingers through his greasy hair affectionately. "Why don't you come over here and show your appreciation?"
The slave crawled over to her, his tongue darting out nervously to lick at the drops of sweat that beaded on her forehead. He couldn't believe he was really here, performing this degenerate act for his mistress. But the thought of displeasing her was far more terrifying.
"That's it, babe. Just like that," she crooned, lavishing him with praise as he moved lower down her body and began to feast on her crotch. Madison knew she had trained him well; he was always attentive and never hesitated. She groaned, arching her back as he sucked on her clit, her fingers tangling in his hair for leverage.
As he worked, Madison glanced over at the toilet bowl, already filled with the messy remnants of her breakfast. The thought of emptying it later made her shudder; it was such a humiliating task for her loyal slave. But for now, the taste of his tongue on hers was enough to make her forget about that.
And then, just as suddenly, Madison pushed him away. She stood up from the throne, her abdomen still quivering from the intense pleasure she'd just experienced. "Good boy," she purred, smoothing down her skirt. "I think it's time for our contract to be renewed. Aren't you curious about what else I might ask of you?"
The slave nodded eagerly, his eyes still fixed on her bulging belly. He knew whatever she asked, he would do without hesitation. He was hers, body and soul.
"Good," Madison smiled, brushing off her hands. "Now why don't you go fetch the camera? I think it's time we made some more memories."
