Dominant Lady Victoria had spent years training her pet slave to find delight in the filthiest, most degrading acts imaginable. She had groomed him to love the feeling of her feces on his face, the taste of it in his mouth, and the warmth of it sliding down his throat. He was her toilet, her living, breathing refuse dispenser; a creature bent to her will, existing only to serve her every depraved desire.
One particularly hot day, Lady Victoria found herself in the mood for some anal playtime with her toy. She positioned him on the floor, kneeling before her, head bowed in submission. With a smirk, she pulled down her lacy thong and approached him from behind, her firm ass cheeks wiggling invitingly. As she lowered herself onto his face, her sweaty folds pressing against his mouth, he couldn't help but shiver with anticipation. He could already smell the faint tang of sweat and arousal mingled with the musky scent of her pussy.
She began to grind against his face, her hips moving in small circles as she alternated between moaning and groaning softly. The sound of her slurping up the nectar from her engorged clit sent shivers of pleasure down his spine. He reached up with a trembling hand to caress one of her plump ass cheeks, and she slapped him hard across the face. "Do not touch me, slave," she growled, the harsh edge to her voice sharpening the command.
Satisfied with his response, she continued her slow dance, grinding harder against his face until she felt the familiar ache between her legs. With a cry of triumph, she scooped up a handful of her creamy lubricant and slid it across his tongue, instructing him to swallow every last drop. He opened his mouth obediently, his mind focused only on pleasing her, and cleaned her hand off greedily.
As she began to thrust into his face, her pussy drenching his chin and neck in her potent juices, he reached up with both hands, massaging her ass cheeks and sliding them up towards her entrance. She moaned louder then, her hips bucking and gyrating wildly as she rode him expertly. The sweet sting of her slaps and the taste of her ass on his tongue only served to heighten his arousal.
Finally, satisfied with his eagerness, she commanded him to stand up. Balancing herself with one hand on the wall behind him, she turned around and presented herself to him once more. Her asshole glistening in the dim light, she beckoned him closer. He approached hesitantly, wondering what she had in store for him.
She shook her head in disappointment at his hesitation, "Don't you want to taste me, slave? Don't you miss the taste of my shit?" She teased, her eyes darkening with lust. He nodded eagerly, terrified but unable to resist her call. She laughed softly and sank down onto the floor, planting her ass firmly in front of his face.
Slowly, she squeezed out a small turd, topping it off with a generous helping of diarrhea. It plopped onto the floor next to his face, and he opened his mouth eagerly, ready to receive his reward. But instead of simply handing it to him, she insisted he pick it up with his teeth and bring it to her.
He did as he was told, teeth gritted in determination. Once he had it in his mouth, she commanded him to lean forward and allow her to taste it before she swallowed. He shook with anticipation as her tongue darted out and licked around his lips, tasting the fresh, warm gift he had brought her.
Finally satisfied with his submission, she stood up and walked away, leaving him alone with the taste of her shit in his mouth and a warm puddle of excrement on the floor. As he knelt there, staring after her, a mixture of pleasure and shame coursing through his veins, he knew that he truly was her slave, bound to her in ways no chains could ever hope to contain.
