Lady Zara, the beautiful and alluring Goddess, had a plan for today. She had spent most of her morning preparing a large, hearty meal for herself, but there was something special about this particular midday snack. With a wicked grin on her face, she decided it was time to put her toiletslave through his paces once again.
As the slave entered the room, he could instantly smell the pungent aroma of freshly excreted feces wafting through the air. His stomach churned with anticipation and fear, knowing full well what was in store for him. "Kneel before your Goddess!" she commanded, her voice echoing off the walls. The slave obeyed instantly, kneeling down at Lady Zara's feet and presenting his face up to her. She casually tossed a bowl of what appeared to be soup onto his head, splattering the warm, viscous liquid all over his face and into his mouth. He tried not to gag or object; after all, he was her property, and she could do as she pleased.
"This is my diarrhea," she purred menacingly, "and you will eat it all." The smell became overpowering, and the taste even more so, but the slave forced himself to swallow each mouthful as it dripped down his chin and into his opened mouth. Lady Zara watched with dark amusement as he struggled against the hunger in his belly and the disgust that threatened to rise up within him. "You give me so much pleasure, my toiletslave," she murmured softly before standing up from her throne. "Now, it's time for you to pleasure me..."
She walked around him slowly, running her fingers through his thick hair and down his back before gripping his hardened cock through his pants. "You have been such a good little toiletslave," she continued, causing his shaft to twitch at her touch, "so I think we should reward each other." She tugged down his pants and underwear, freeing his massive erection from its confines. "Start stroking yourself." She ordered.
The slave hesitated for a moment, glancing up at his Goddess with worried eyes. He knew better than to disobey her, however, and began to slowly grasp himself, his slim hand moving up and down the length of his shaft in time with her command. She watched closely, enjoying the erotic show she was putting on for herself. After what felt like an eternity, she finally approached him again, leaning down to whisper into his ear. "I think you've lasted long enough," she purred before removing her hand from his dick and starting to jerk him off manually instead.
Her touch was electric, sending shivers of pleasure rippling through his entire body. However, it also sent shockwaves of anxiety through him as he wondered how much longer he could hold out before he climaxed. The pressure built within him, growing more intense with each passing moment until it felt like his entire being was focused on the pleasure coursing through his groin. "Cum for me," she commanded softly, her other hand moving to cup his balls gently.
And just like that, he came. Hot sticky spurts of cum shot across the room, landing on the floor and Lady Zara's feet. She laughed delightedly, leaning down to scoop some of his seed up before eating it greedily off her fingers. His cock twitched as he continued to release, collapsing back onto the floor, exhausted. "That's a good boy," she cooed afterwards, her voice laced with satisfaction. "Now go clean up this mess you've made."
As the slave struggled to his feet and stumbled out of the room, Lady Zara couldn't help but feel a wave of excitement wash over her. Tonight, she would have diarrhea once again, and he would be there to pleasure her again, ready to serve his Goddess. On a rollercoaster of emotions, ranging from fear to arousal and relief to anticipation, he knew what was expected of him tomorrow - yet another challenge in this twisted paradigm they called 'life'.
