As soon as Lady Missy had relieved herself of the smelliest, stickiest load of diarrhea and waste, she turned her attention to the pathetic toilet slave who lay kneeling before her. His eyes were filled with fear and anticipation, waiting for his next horrifying task.
Lady Missy stood over him, wearing only a revealing black lace thong and a mischievous grin. She held out the bottle of her feces, its contents sloshing menacingly. "Swallow it all, toilet slave," she commanded, her voice dripping with contempt. "Every last drop."
The slave trembled, unable to meet her gaze. He knew what was coming and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Slowly, he leaned forward and opened his mouth wide, exposing his quivering tongue.
Lady Missy laughed cruelly as she poured the disgusting concoction down the slave's throat. She watched with satisfaction as he gagged and choked on her filth, his eyes watering from the putrid taste. But he didn't stop, not until she finally pulled the bottle away and told him he had to finish on his own.
Tears streamed down the slave's face as he forced himself to swallow every last drop, his nose twitching at the overwhelming stench. When he was finished, Lady Missy gave him a vile look. "That's right. Drink your Mistress's shit. Now, turn around."
Shaking with fear, the slave turned his back to Lady Missy. She walked up behind him and placed her cold, slimy hands on his shoulders. Then, with a force that took him by surprise, she pushed him forward until his face was pressed against the cold, hard surface of the toilet.
Lady Missy laughed again as she wrapped the slave's head tightly in aluminum foil, sealing his mouth and nose shut. His terrified gasps echoed through the room as she continued to hold him down, pinching his nipples until they stood at attention and slapping his face and hands with a large metal spoon.
As her perverse pleasure reached its peak, Lady Missy finally let the slave go. He collapsed onto the floor, coughing and gagging as the stench of his own waste filled his nostrils. He looked up at her, eyes full of tears, unable to comprehend why anyone would enjoy treating another human being this way. But Lady Missy was unmoved. For her, this was just another day in the life of her worthless toilet slave.
