Lady Johanna Syrkay was having a particularly rough day at the office, dealing with difficult clients and underperforming employees. She had always been a demanding boss, but her patience was wearing thin as she tried to keep her business afloat in these turbulent times. After an exhausting day, she returned home, ready to unwind and indulge in some of her more, shall we say, unusual hobbies.
Her toilet slave waited for her in the bathroom. A young man named Jack, he had been through her intense training program to become her personal servant for all things related to defecation. Today, he knelt on the floor with his hands held out behind him, palms up, ready to receive whatever his mistress might deem fit to place in them.
Lady Johanna walked into the bathroom, her high heels clacking on the tiled floor. She looked at Jack, his eyes fixed on the ground in front of him, and gave him a few commands. "Today has been a long day," she told him cooly. "I need you to clean me thoroughly, understand?"
Jack nodded, his heart racing in his chest. He had never been so nervous but also excited about his duties. He knew what was expected of him and couldn't wait for his mistress to release the floodgates. Lady Johanna stepped up to him and pulled her panties down, revealing her pale pink, puckered anus. Jack trembled as he waited for the first sign of movement from within.
Sure enough, after a few moments, she pushed out a large, fecal log that dripped with urine. He quickly opened his mouth, accepting the log into his mouth as far as it would go. Johanna let out a small heavy breath and moved to step over Jack so she could reach the toilet. She placed one hand on the vanity for support and released another log into his outstretched hands.
This one struck Jack by surprise as he had been expecting another into his mouth. The warm, soft mass landed in his hands, and he could feel her warm, stinky flesh against his palms. His nose was filled with the unmistakable scent of his mistress' shit. As instructed, he lifted her foot up, and with his free hand, began to clean the remnants of shit from beneath her buttocks. He was eager to show his devotion to her, to please her in any way possible.
Suddenly, Lady Johanna clenched again, and without warning, shit covered Jack's face. Her feces dripped from his chin and nose, coating his cheeks and forehead. He whimpered slightly, wiping at his face with the back of his hand. "Look at you," she taunted. "Just look at the mess you've made."
His eyes locked with hers in the mirror. She stepped back, giving him a moment to compose himself before she dropped her panties on the ground. "Clean me up," she commanded.
Jack slowly reached for the panties, his dirty, shit-covered hands now gripping them tightly. He pulled them closer to his face, breathing in deep the scent of his mistress. He brought them to his mouth, his tongue darting out to taste her scent on the fabric. He licked them clean, making sure every last drop of sweat and dirt was gone. He looked up at her, awaiting her next move.
With a smirk, Lady Johanna moved toward the toilet again. "I think I have one more log left in me," she teased. Jack nodded, his heart beating faster. This was his favorite part of their routine, when he got to experience the fullness of his mistress's power. As she released the final log, it landed with a splat in his hands. He held them up, displaying his obedience, his face and body covered in sweat and shit.
She used her foot to push him down onto the floor, face-first. "Now, lick me clean," she ordered. Trembling, Jack obeyed, using his tongue to trace the outline of her anus and then entering her tight hole. He sucked gently, tasting the bitter mix of sweat and excrement that coated her insides. He licked and nibbled, pushing his face deeper into her intimate folds.
Finally, once he had satisfied her, Lady Johanna instructed Jack to stand up. His back was streaked with shit, his clothes hanging off of him limply. She walked past him, her high heels clicking on the floor tiles. "You're dismissed," she said, her voice cold as ice.
Jack knew what this meant. He would be locked away in his small room for the night, to contemplate his failures and prepare for their next session. He crawled on all fours, pushing his soiled, shitty pants and shirt down around his knees. His cock was hard, aching for release but knowing that it would not come until his mistress deemed it fit.
His heart heavy, he made his way to his room, crawling through the door on his hands and knees. He lay down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, the smell of their session still lingering in his nostrils. As he drifted off to sleep, he dreamt of the day when he would finally please his mistress enough to be rewarded with her sweet warm nectar.
