Tom had struggled to find a ride home after being caught in a traffic jam on his way to pick up his boss, Sarah. He knew she wasn't known for her patience and feared the consequences of being late. As he finally stepped into their shared home after an hour, his fears were confirmed. Sarah was sitting on the couch, her face contorted with anger.
"You're late," she spat out, her eyes narrowing. "You know what that means."
Tom swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He had a pretty good idea of what she had in store for him. He nodded meekly and went down on his knees, his head hung low. Sarah stood up and gestured for him to lie down on the cold, hard floor. He did as he was told, his heart racing.
"Now, spread your legs wide," she commanded him, her voice cold and emotionless. Tom obeyed, feeling a mixture of fear and arousal course through his veins. He couldn't believe he was actually about to submit to this humiliating act, but he knew what would happen if he didn't.
Sarah straddled his head, her skirt hiking up high enough to reveal her toned ass to him. She let out a sigh of disgust before lowering herself onto his face. He could feel the warmth of her body envelop him as she sat down, her ass pressing firmly against his forehead. He took a deep breath through his nose, trying to prepare himself for what was about to come.
"Mmm, I can already smell it," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You're going to enjoy this, even if it is involuntarily."
Tom's stomach churned as he felt her ass cheeks part slightly, exposing the opening to her asshole. He closed his eyes tight, trying to block out the unpleasant thoughts invading his mind. He felt her anal hole pucker up as she prepared to release her stomach-turning load of shit onto his face.
"Open your mouth," she ordered harshly, nudging his face with her knee. Tom obeyed, his mouth gaping open in anticipation. Suddenly, he felt warmth flood his mouth. It tasted foul, like the worst thing he had ever tasted in his life. He gagged and writhed, but he couldn't move away from her.
"Swallow," she commanded. It was more of an order than a request, and Tom complied, forcing himself to swallow the disgusting taste. He coughed violently afterwards, tears streaming down his face from the stinging. Sarah chuckled darkly, a sinister grin taking over her features.
"That's a taste of what happens when you're late," she growled. "But don't worry, there will be more if you're late for work again."
Tom whimpered softly, nodding his head in submission. He knew there was no other choice but to obey her twisted desires. He felt used and humiliated, but also aroused by the overwhelming experience. He couldn't comprehend how he had come to this point in his life.
Sarah stood up, her skirt falling back down around her thighs. She grabbed his hair and yanked him up into a standing position. She looked down at him, a cruel smile on her lips. "Remember, your place is on the floor from now on. Now get cleaned up and make me some dinner."
Tom nodded meekly, his heart thudding in his chest. He knew he had bowed to her demands once again, but he also knew that he would do anything to avoid tasting her shit again. He went to the bathroom and quickly rinsed his mouth out, gagging at the taste that lingered long after she was gone.
As he cooked dinner, he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of repulsion and excitement. He wasn't sure if he loved or hated his life anymore, but he knew one thing for certain - he was trapped in a sick game he couldn't escape from.
