As the day drew to a close, Reinhard's anticipation grew. Two days had passed since his last meal, and with a grimace of hunger on his face, he couldn't help but salivate at the thought of what was about to come. His mistress, Lady Johanna Syrkay, had promised him a feast - a feast of excrement. He had never been more grateful to be her plaything.
The grandiose dining hall where they usually ate was replaced by a bathroom today. A tub filled with warm water stood in the center, and on the marble floor around it were scattered several plates holding various dishes. The scent of sausages wafted through the air, filling Reinhard's nostrils. His stomach growled loudly as he knelt, his head lowered and pressed against the bristly tufts of the toilet brush.
"Open up, slave," Lady Johanna commanded in her dominating voice, her heels clicking against the cold tiles. Reinhard obeyed without hesitation, spreading his lips wide to expose his slave mouth. The anticipation was killing him as he awaited the first morsel to fill his mouth.
Slowly but surely, piece by piece, she fed him the spicy sausages. The flavor was divine, hot and savory, making him moan with delight. His nose twitched as he inhaled the rich aroma, savoring each bite that slid down his throat. He couldn't believe how much he loved this depraved act; it was all he desired anymore.
"That's a good boy," she purred, watching him like a hawk. She held onto his hair tightly, pulling him closer, her finger teasing the entrance to his throat. He swallowed eagerly, never losing eye contact with her, always seeking validation and approval.
The feast continued for what seemed like hours. Sausage after sausage, they disappeared into his gaping maw until finally, Lady Johanna pulled her hand away, leaving him wanting more. A smug smile played on her lips as she stepped away from the toilet.
"Tonight," she began, her voice low and menacing, "you'll be rewarded." Her words rumbled through him like thunder, sending shivers of excitement down his spine. "However, first, you must undergo a test of your limits." Before he could ask what she meant, he felt a rough hand shove his face into the tub filled with water.
His nose plunged into the murky depths, and he sputtered, choking on water and fear. His eyes watered as he searched for her through the blurry water. All around him were sausages, floating atop the water's surface. "Eat," she commanded once more.
Desperate for her approval, he extended his tongue and tasted the foul mix of water and shit. It was disgusting, revolting, but he didn't want to disappoint her. So, he swallowed again, forcing each bite down his throat until finally, the tub was empty.
She clapped her hands, her sharp nails clipping together, making him jump. "Clean yourself," she commanded dismissively. Reinhard obeyed without question, scrubbing himself raw until there wasn't a spot of filth left on his skin. Shuddering with cold, he crawled back to her side.
"Well done," she purred, stroking his cheek tenderly. "Now," she paused dramatically, "your reward." She bent over, her skirt hiking up, exposing a plump ass covered in a black lace thong. "Eat my ass," she said simply, spreading her cheeks invitingly.
Reinhard knew what he had to do. Kneeling between her plump cheeks, he hesitated for a moment before pushing his tongue out to taste her. It was different this time, sweeter and more alluring than the shit from before. The more he ate, the more he wanted. He groaned with pleasure as she began to grind her hips against his face.
The room was alive with the slapping sounds of their bodies colliding. She moaned his name, driving him wild with desire as he continued to clean her out, tongue-deep inside her crevice. She was the only one who could make him feel this way.
Finally, she was sated, and with a satisfied sigh, she stood up. "Get cleaned up," she ordered, her voice already sounding bored. Her apathy stung, yet he couldn't bring himself to care—the taste of her still lingered on his tongue. He crawled away, back to his corner, eager to await whatever she had in store for him next.
