As the afternoon sun poured into the bathroom, Lady Di began her day with a bounce in her step. She'd just come back from a long run and felt like treating herself to some quality time with her toilet slave. The unsuspecting man, bound and gagged in the bathtub, eagerly awaited his mistress's command.
Lady Di strode confidently towards the tub, her well-toned body glistening with sweat. She pulled up a stool and sat before him, her perfect ass inches from his face. "Time to clean my dirty asshole, toilet slave," she purred, her voice filled with menace.
She leaned back, preparing to unleash the toxic brew inside her. Again, a stream of diarrhea shot out of her derriere, hitting the side of the tub with a splash. The foul stench filled the air, and the slave couldn't help but wrinkle his nose in disgust.
But Lady Di wanted more than just a quick cleaning today. She commanded him to open his mouth wide, revealing his pink, quivering tongue. Her diarrhea was too precious to waste on the floor. "I want you to drink every last drop, toilet slave," she growled, reaching down between his legs.
His heart raced as he felt her fingers prod his cock, already hard from anticipation. He moaned through his gag, unable to contain his arousal. Lady Di grinned maliciously, seeing the effects she had on him. She ran her finger over his sensitive head, teasing him until he begged for release.
As she squeezed his cock tightly, Lady Di lowered her ass directly above his waiting mouth. A torrent of golden piss erupted from her pussy, hitting his face and chest with force. He closed his eyes, feeling the warmth envelop him as he drank in her essence greedily.
When she finally pulled away, Lady Di positioned herself perfectly once more. She lowered her asshole hovering just above his open mouth. His tongue darted out instinctively, anxious to taste her flesh. But before he could react, she released another stream of diarrhea into his waiting mouth.
It was thick and warm, coating his tongue and filling his cheeks. He gagged slightly as the putrid taste assaulted his senses, but he didn't dare disobey his mistress. She laughed cruelly as she watched him struggle, enjoying every moment of his degradation.
Lady Di continued to use his mouth as her personal toilet bowl, relieving herself of the foul smelling substance until she was finally satisfied. She stood up, her legs shaking slightly from the effort. She smiled down at the pathetic creature before her.
"My toilet slave," she purred, running her hands over his slippery body. "You've served me well today." With one final insult, she kicked him in the side, sending him reeling in the filth-filled tub. Smirking in satisfaction, Lady Di left the room, leaving behind a trail of disgust and humiliation.
