As the sun began to set upon the bustling city, Mistress Vivian's caged slave heard the familiar clink of her heels on the marble floor. He knew that meant she was coming for him. The anticipation and dread mixed together in his stomach like a toxic cocktail, causing his heart to race and his palms to sweat against the cold metal bars of his cell.
She stopped in front of him, her crimson lips curled into a wicked smile that sent shivers down his spine. "Ah, it's time for your bathroom chores, isn't it?" she purred, unlocking the cage. He hadn't eaten in hours, and the thought of her impending punishments made his hunger grow even sharper.
"Yes, Mistress," he whimpered, bowing his head in submission. She straightened his collar, ensuring it pressed sharply into his throat, and led him outside to the opulent bathroom. The marble floor felt cold against his bare feet as she pushed him down onto his knees beside a steaming toilet bowl.
"Now, slave," she commanded, lifting her gown to reveal her plush behind, "I need you to clean this up first."
He looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear and arousal. This was always the worst part. Mistress Vivian had a very particular way of using the toilet, leaving massive turds behind for him to deal with. He knew better than to question her or disobey, so he quickly lowered his face to the bowl and extended his tongue to taste her feces.
He lapped at the slimy mess, savoring the bitter flavor that lingered on his tongue. It wasn't long before he could see a large turd floating in the water below. He gagged at the sight but forced himself to continue cleaning. Mistress Vivian watched, her gaze boring into him, as he used his tongue to gather every last bit of her shit from the water and then around the rim of the bowl.
When he finally stood up, his face dripping with sweat and filth, he awaited his next command. Mistress Vivian stood before him, her ass still hovering over the toilet, smearing some residue onto her skin. "Now," she said in a low voice, "clean me out."
His heart sank. This meant she wanted him to put his mouth on her anus, to clean out her shit. He inched closer, taking a deep breath to steady himself. His nose was filled with the acrid scent of feces as he pressed his lips against her tight sphincter. He pushed gently, feeling resistance at first, then her warmth as she finally surrendered.
He moaned softly, tasting an entirely different flavor this time - it was muskier, more intense. His tongue darted in and out, seeking every last bit of her feces as she moaned softly in pleasure. Suddenly, she yanked him away, leaving a trail of warmth on his lips. He looked up at her, confused, as she grabbed his chin roughly.
"Now taste this," she growled, pulling his face closer to her dripping pussy. He could feel her heart race as he pressed his lips against her wet folds. She tasted salty and smelled of desire. Unable to resist, he eagerly lapped at her juices, drinking in the nectar of his Mistress.
With a satisfied smile, she finally released him, stepping away. He waited nervously as she walked over to the table, where his dinner sat untouched. He couldn't help a small whine when she didn't immediately release him. Mistress Vivian glared back, her eyes hard as stone.
"Don't you dare beg," she hissed. "Not until you've cleaned up the mess you made on the floor." He looked down, seeing a small smear of feces on the floor. His stomach churned at the thought of eating after that, but he knew better than to protest.
He dropped to his knees once more and began licking the floor clean, desperate for his meal. He could feel her gaze boring into him as he took his time, wanting nothing more than to finish and be given his reward. When he was finally done, she reluctantly gave him permission to approach the table.
He grabbed a forkful of the steaming food, almost too excited to chew. The taste of his meal seemed sudden and unexpectedly rich after the foulness he'd just endured. But he didn't care, not when he was this hungry. He devoured each bite greedily, savoring the feeling of fullness in his aching stomach.
As he looked up at his Mistress, his eyes pleading for more, she gave him a small smile. "You may be excused," she said softly, her voice sounding almost gentle. He bowed his head in gratitude before retreating to his cage, exhausted but satisfied. He knew this wasn't the life for everyone, but for him, it was the only life he craved.
