As Lady Yuna's birthday approached, her partner seemed to have forgotten about the special day. This infuriated her to no end, as celebrations were an important part of their relationship. She felt disrespected and insulted that there was no gift or even a mention of it.
"Unforgivable," she thought to herself, clenching her fists in anger. There had to be some sort of punishment to teach him a lesson. After some contemplation, she decided on something extreme—a humiliating experience that would leave him remembering this birthday for years to come.
She approached him with a menacing glare in her eyes, demanding that he lay down on the ground. Confused but compliant, he did as she asked. His heart thudded heavily in his chest as he wondered what was about to happen.
"First," she began, her voice cold and devoid of emotion, "you will show your appreciation for the master by worshiping their feet. Begin with licking my stinky feet."
His stomach churned at the thought of touching her feet, let alone licking them, but he knew better than to defy her. Biting his lip, he lowered his head and began to lick her feet clean. It was gross, unpleasant work, and he wished more than anything that this wasn't happening.
As he licked, Lady Yuna watched him with a grim expression, her emotions tightly controlled. She was enjoying this far more than she should have been. When he had finished, she leaned down and pressed the tip of her nose against his, forcing their eyes to meet in a humiliating gesture.
"Now," she said softly, her breath hot against his skin, "it's time for you to show your true loyalty."
Without further explanation, she pulled her panties to the side and pressed his face against her soft, warm skin. His mouth was filled with the sweet, musky smell of her womanhood—a smell he found both arousing and revolting. For a moment, he thought maybe she was just going to make him taste her, but then she said something that made his blood run cold.
"I'm about to take a shit, and you're going to eat it."
He wanted to protest, to beg her to stop, but the look in her eyes told him that such pleas would fall on deaf ears. All he could do was wait in horror as she began to move her body, her cheeks hollowing out with each pushing, rippling contraction of her bowels.
Finally, with a loud gurgling sound, she released her load—a massive turd that landed right in front of his face. It was bigger than any piece of shit he had ever seen, and it was covered in a thick layer of her feces.
"Swallow it," she hissed, her breath hot against his face. "Every last bit."
Tears stung his eyes, but he did as she said. He opened his mouth wide and swallowed the enormous turd whole, feeling it slide down his throat like a living thing. And then she did it again. And again. And again, each time forcing him to swallow her shit as she shat directly into his mouth.
When she was finally finished, she stood up, her body trembling with satisfaction. She smeared the remaining shit on his face, covering his eyes, nose, and mouth in a thick layer of her feces.
"There," she said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "Now you truly understand what loyalty means."
As he laid there, covered in her shit, he realized that he had never felt so humiliated in his life. He couldn't believe he had just taken her shit in such a disgusting way. But even as he contemplated this, he also couldn't deny the strange, perverse arousal he felt deep in his gut. It was a feeling he knew he shouldn't have, but one that lingered all the same.
Lady Yuna walked away, leaving him to clean himself off as best he could. And as he lay there, covered in her filth and wondering how he could have ever loved someone so perfect, he knew that this would be a birthday he would never forget.
