The sun was just beginning to rise, casting long shadows across the dimly lit room. Dominatrix yawned, stretching her arms above her head as she gazed out the window. It was still quite early in the morning, and she was feeling unusually lazy. Rolling over in bed, she glanced at the clock on her nightstand: 5:30 AM. She definitely wasn't going to make it to the bathroom before she had to go.
With a mischevious grin, an idea formed in her mind. She reached over to her phone and dialed a familiar number. After a few moments, her slave answered curiously, "Yes, Mistress?"
"I have a job for you, slave," she purred. "I'm too lazy to go to the bathroom right now, so I think you'll have to do it for me."
There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Yes, Mistress," he replied nervously.
Dominatrix chuckled wickedly. "Good boy. Now come to my boudoir and wait for your new assignment."
Without another word, the slave quickly got dressed and made his way to his Mistress's room. He stood outside the door, nervously tapping his foot against the floor. After what felt like an eternity, the door slowly creaked open, revealing Dominatrix dressed in nothing but a skimpy, black silk robe.
"Slave," she hissed, gesturing for him to lie down on the cold, hardwood floor. Obediently, he complied, lying face down with his arms straight at his sides.
Dominatrix stepped closer, her robe parting slightly to reveal the thin fabric of her lingerie. She stood over her slave for a moment, taking in his vulnerability before crouching down next to him. "Now, slave," she growled, her hot breath brushing against his ear, "You're going to watch me take a shit."
His heart thudded loudly in his chest as he felt her soft hand slide between his legs. She gently parted them, positioning him just as she wanted him. With a wicked smirk, she leaned over him, her silken hair falling around his face as her body blocked the light.
He felt the warm, soft pressure between his legs as she began to defecate. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he couldn't move either. The only sound was the soft rustling of her robe and the wet, squelching noises as she released her feces onto his face.
When she was finished, she stood up, her legs shaking with mirth. With dirty hands, she smeared the feces all over his face, covering his eyes, nose, and mouth in a thick layer of filth. When she was satisfied with her work, she brought her hands together in front of her, smirking as she watched him struggle to breathe through the foul mess that now coated his face.
With one last sneer, she reached down and picked up a tissue paper from beside him. She placed a single, wet finger over his pursed lips and he instinctively opened his mouth. She stuffed the tissue into his mouth, watching as his eyes widened in horror. Now it was time to clean up.
Carefully, she took the tissue back out of his mouth, lifting it to reveal a small puddle of saliva at the corner of his mouth. With a satisfied smirk, she soaked up the droplets on the tissue before pushing it back into his mouth, forcing him to suck on the filthy, wet fabric.
Finally, she zipped herself back into her robe, leaving him lying there on the floor, mouth stuffed with tissue and face covered in her filth. As she walked away, she called out one last command, "Clean yourself up, slave. Make sure you don't miss any of it."
He lay there for a few moments, his mind reeling from what had just happened. Tears streamed down his face, but he knew better than to wipe them away. Slowly, he managed to unstuff his mouth and spit out the filthy tissue paper. With trembling hands, he leaned over to the side and vomited up the foul taste that filled his mouth.
Groaning with despair, he began to lick at the filthy mess still coating his face, scrubbing it away with his tongue as best he could. As he worked, he could hear Dominatrix laughing softly in the background. He knew that this would be a memory that would haunt him for a long time.
