Lady Isabella was in desperate need of a plumber. The toilet in her lavish mansion had been acting up for weeks, consistently clogging and overflowing. She decided to summons the vilest plumber in town to deal with the problem. A man arrived, looking like he just crawled out of the sewers. He introduced himself as Mario, and without much enthusiasm, he got down to work.
As he worked on the clogged pipes, Lady Isabella couldn't help but notice the bulge in Mario's pants. She smirked to herself, thinking about how pathetic it was that someone like him could be aroused by her. "Mario," she called out, "I have an idea. Why don't you try being my human toilet?"
At first, Mario was taken aback. This was not part of his job description. But when he saw the way Lady Isabella was eyeing him up, he realized that it would be the only way to save face. "Y-yes, milady," he stuttered. "I'll give it a try."
Lady Isabella showed Mario to her personal chambers, where she had prepared a golden throne with a large opening. She motioned for him to climb onto it, and before he knew it, she was standing behind him, her bare bottom inches from his mouth. "Here you go, Mario," she purred. "Eat my ass and don't forget to swallow."
At first, Mario hesitated. This was insane! But the way Lady Isabella smelled, the way she moaned when he licked her, it was all too much. He began to grovel at her feet, licking and kissing his way up her legs until he reached his target. He lapped up her scent greedily, his tongue exploring every crevice of her perfect ass.
As Mario continued to feast on Lady Isabella's delicious assets, he felt a strange sensation. The walls of her rectum were expanding, pressing against his tongue. It was almost as if she was... shitting on him. He gagged and pulled back, but Lady Isabella grabbed him by the hair and forced him back into place.
"What's the matter, Mario?" she teased. "Don't you like my special gift?" She grinned wickedly as she squatted over him, letting loose a foul-smelling turd that landed squarely in his face. "Now, that's the proper way to clean a toilet!"
Mario couldn't believe what was happening. He was covered in shit, and Lady Isabella was laughing at him. But then she reached for something on the side of the golden throne. It was a plunger. "Now, let's see if we can't get that pipe unclogged," she said, adjusting the plunger to fit snugly over his head.
With a hard thrust, Lady Isabella pushed the plunger down onto Mario's face, forcing his mouth open and his nose deep into the fetid water. She pulled the plunger up slowly, and as she did, he could feel the rough edges of the rubber scraping against his tongue, his cheeks, his teeth. It was the most humiliating experience of his life.
After a few agonizing minutes, Lady Isabella finally pulled the plunger up completely, revealing a clean pipe. "You see, Mario? That wasn't so hard, was it?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She casually wiped her ass with a towel and stood up, leaving Mario to clean himself as best he could in the foul-smelling water.
From that day forward, whenever Lady Isabella called for a plumber, she always requested Mario. And every time, they played the same twisted game. Was it because she truly enjoyed the perverse pleasure of humiliating him? Or was it just her way of reminding him who held the real power in their relationship? Only she knew for sure.
