Lady M sat on her throne, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over her as she surveyed the scene before her. She had summoned two of her most loyal toilet slaves, both of whom knelt at her feet, eagerly awaiting their mistress's commands. Today, she would feed them once again, but first, they had to earn their meal.
She stood up, her long legs supported by glossy black heels that clicked against the tiled floor. Her eyes ran over the pathetic creatures who trembled in fear and anticipation beneath her gaze. The aroma of their bodily fluids was thick in the air, and it only heightened her own arousal.
"Get the soundings," she commanded, her voice dripping with authority.
The slaves immediately sprang into action, grabbing two long metal rods from a nearby table. These were their "soundings," tools used to prepare themselves to receive their mistress's gift. They approached her, their hands trembling as they anxiously offered the cold instruments to their mistress.
Without hesitation, Lady M took the soundings from their trembling hands. She knew how much they loathed these preparations, but they were merely another means to an end for her. She guided the soundings towards their targets—one slave's cock and balls, the other's asshole. With a sharp thrust, she pushed the rods deep into their sensitive areas.
"Ahh!" the slaves cried out in pain and pleasure simultaneously. It was a sound that sent shivers down Lady M's spine.
Satisfied with their preparations, Lady M moved on to the next phase of the ritual. "Follow me," she commanded coldly, gliding regally towards the bathroom.
The slaves scrambled to their feet, their hearts racing as they hurried to keep up with their imposing mistress. They followed her into the bathroom, where she turned towards them, her expression one of pure dominance.
"Assume your positions," she ordered crisply.
The slaves knelt down on the cold tiles, their hands clasped together in supplication. They didn't need to be told what was coming next—they knew full well that they were about to receive Lady M's divine gift.
Without further ado, Lady M strutted over to the toilet, her heels clacking against the tile. She lifted her exquisite ass high into the air, revealing her perfect, rosy asshole to her eager followers. She let out a sigh of contentment as she felt the warmth spread through her body.
"Now comes the good part," she purred, lowering herself onto the throne once more.
The slaves only had eyes for their mistress's perfect rear end. They couldn't believe their luck—to be so close to Lady M's divine shit was a privilege that few could claim.
Slowly, Lady M began to move her bowels, relishing in the sensation of her warm feces sliding down her rectum. She let out soft moans of pleasure as she felt the fruits of her labor accumulate in the bowl below.
When she finally finished, Lady M rose once again, revealing a massive, steaming turd in the toilet bowl. She grabbed a tissue from the nearby holder, lifted the turd out of the bowl, and held it above her head for all to see.
The slaves let out a collective gasp of awe and reverence. To them, this was a sacred moment, one that they would cherish for the rest of their days.
Lady M smiled condescendingly, enjoying the power she held over these pathetic creatures. With a triumphant flourish, she hurled the turd towards the first slave, who caught it in his open mouth. He closed his lips around the warm, sticky mass, savoring its divine flavor.
She repeated this process with the second slave, who eagerly accepted his meal without a word of protest. They were completely at her mercy, and they knew it.
Finally, Lady M turned towards the bathroom mirror, letting out a satisfied sigh. She gazed upon her reflection, admiring the way her shit coated the slaves' faces, lips, and tongues.
As she finished washing her hands, she took out her phone and began filming the scene. She wanted to capture every moment of this special feeding session—not just for her own enjoyment but also to share with others who might appreciate the beauty and artistry of her dominance.
The slaves remained on their knees long after she had left the bathroom, savoring every last morsel of their mistress's divine shit. They knew that this was their purpose—to serve and please Lady M, no matter what it took. And they would gladly do it again and again, if only to taste a sliver of her divine power.
