Lady M was in the midst of her morning routine, and today it involved making use of her personal toilet in a rather unique way. She had her slave kneeling at the foot of the toilet, grasping onto the sides of the bowl with his hands while his face was pressed against the cool porcelain. His eyes were fixated on the place where she had just finished relieving herself, his mouth open and watering in anticipation.
"Mmm, I think it's time for you to drink my piss now, slave," she teased, her tone filled with a gratuitous amount of arrogance. Without further ado, she lifted up her skirt and straddled the toilet seat, sitting down on it so that she was hovering inches above him. Her lithe body glistened with sweat from the intense workout she had just finished, and her eyes bore into his, daring him to look away.
Slowly, she started to pee, the warm stream of urine splashing against his face and splattering across his chest. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste of her piss as it trickled down his throat, feeling the weight of her pussy on his nose as she continued to empty her bladder into the toilet bowl. After a few moments, she pulled away, standing up and stepping off the toilet seat, leaving him there with a wet face and an empty stomach.
As he waited for her next command, Lady M couldn't help but admire the perfection of her toilet setup. Not only did it serve its intended purpose impeccably well, but it also doubled as a torture device or a means of humiliation. She loved the sense of power it gave her over her slave, knowing that he was completely at her mercy whenever she chose to use him in such ways.
Soon enough, she had another idea in mind. She walked over to the kitchen, grabbed a glass plate off the shelf, and headed back towards the bathroom. On the way, she paused to pick up a freshly baked croissant, still warm from the oven, and popped it into her mouth. "Mmm," she moaned, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she savored the flaky pastry.
When she reached the bathroom, she placed the plate on the floor in front of the toilet and pushed her slave onto his stomach before sitting down on the edge of the bathtub. "You're going to have a special meal today, slave," she said, a lazy smile spreading across her face as she grabbed another croissant and tossed it to him. "Eat this, and then clean up my shit with your tongue."
The croissant landed on the floor in front of him, and he immediately dove for it, tearing off a piece with his teeth before realizing what he was about to do. He looked up at her, fear mixed with revulsion on his face, but she just laughed, pushing his head down towards the pile of steaming excrement she had left on the tile floor.
"Go on," she urged, her voice heavy with pleasure and anticipation. "You know you love the taste of it."
Slowly, reluctantly, he lowered his head towards the pile of shit, his tongue darting out to taste the bitter sting of her fecal matter. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation of her shit on his tongue as he slowly began to swallow. The sensation was both horrific and strangely arousing, and he could feel himself growing hard beneath his clothes.
As he finished cleaning up the mess, Lady M reached down and patted his head, her hand lingering there for a moment longer than necessary before withdrawing. "Very good, slave," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now go and have a proper bath, and maybe I'll let you lick my asshole clean later."
With that, she stood up, grabbed her robe from the hook on the back of the door, and walked out of the bathroom, leaving him to clean himself up and wonder what twisted form of pleasure she had in store for him next.
