As Mistress Anna, dressed in her most elegant evening gown, made her way to the lavish dinner party, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. Not for the event itself, but for the delightful little treat she had planned for her unsuspecting slave. She had ordered a custom-made device, specially designed to hold her feces after she had finished using the toilet. It was shaped like a flattened wine glass, with a small opening at one end to allow for easy insertion and a larger opening at the other end where the feces would accumulate.
Upon arriving at the party, Mistress Anna made her way through the crowd of well-dressed guests, greeting them politely while secretly anticipating the grand finale of the evening. Once she reached her room, she took out the device and carefully inserted it into her anus, preparing herself for the main event.
Later that night, as the other guests were indulging in rich foods and champagne, Mistress Anna excused herself from the party, making her way back to her chambers. She removed her gown, exposing herself fully, revealing her naked body covered in a thin layer of sweat and excitement.
She took a moment to admire her handywork, the shiny lump protruding from her anus, before making her way over to where her slave was cowering, trembling in fear. "Time for your treat," she purred, her voice dripping with evil delight. She bent down, her ass in full view of the trembling figure before her, and grabbed the slave's head violently, pushing it towards her overflowing asshole. With a final forceful push, the head disappeared into the dark abyss of her rear.
The feeling of the slave's tongue lapping at her insides sent shivers down Mistress Anna's spine. "Good boy," she praised, moaning softly as the slave's tongue worked its magic on her insides. Her walls started to pulse, begging for release, and with a loud groan, she felt a warm, sticky load filling the slave's mouth.
She withdrew, leaving the slave gagging and retching from the enormous load of shit in his mouth. As she stood back to admire her handiwork, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over her. "That was truly delightful," she whispered, licking her lips.
The slave, his face covered in a mixture of tears and vomit, could only whimper in submission as Mistress Anna walked away, leaving him to deal with the mess she had left behind. As she walked back into the party, holding her head high, she knew that she was the queen of this realm, and no one could ever challenge her authority.
