Lady Yuna, a stunningly beautiful and commanding woman, was in the middle of her daily workout routine. She had spent the morning running laps, lifting weights, and practicing various forms of yoga. Her toned body was glistening with sweat as she approached the final stretching exercises. As she lay on her back, legs spread wide, she felt a growing discomfort in her gut. She had been holding her feces in all morning and the urge to defecate was becoming overwhelming.
Her eyes fell upon her slave, kneeling at the side of the room. "Bring me the funnel, slave," she commanded calmly, knowing full well what was about to happen. The frightened man quickly complied, trembling as he approached with the large plastic instrument. She positioned it between her ass cheeks and pressed down as she felt the pressure in her bowels intensifying.
Yuna looked down at the slave, her expression one of amusement mixed with contempt. He knew better than to resist or show any emotion other than obedience at this point. She watched as he trembled, his eyes fixed on her perfect form. With one swift move, she lifted up her rear end and placed the funnel against her asshole. Her sphincter muscles tensed involuntarily at the thought of what was about to happen.
Slowly, she began to push and grunt as the thick globs of feces made their way into the funnel. The stench of excrement filled the air around them, making the slave gag reflexively. Yuna didn't care; this was his punishment for displeasing her in some way in the past. He had learned not to upset her or else he would find himself in the same situation again.
As the final bits of fecal matter emerged from her anus and into the funnel, she gave it a gentle push forcing the slave to open his mouth. "Swallow every last drop, yes?" she asked sweetly. Her amusement turning into something darker as she saw the fear in his eyes. He could only nod in response, his stomach churning at the thought of ingesting her thick, foul-smelling feces.
With a flick of her wrist, she sent the contents of the funnel directly into his mouth, laughing as he gagged and tried to push away. With one last vicious shove, she emptied her bowels completely, unable to contain her evil satisfaction. The smell intensified as the warm feces spread across her master bedroom floor.
Yuna casually wiped her buttocks with a clean towel, her face devoid of any emotion. She knew that this was just another day in the life of her slave; one he would relive for many months to come. As she stood up, stretch marks barely visible on her toned stomach, she looked down at him, a chill running down his spine. "Clean it up now," she commanded quietly before walking off to her bath.
The mere thought of his task made the slave's stomach churn once more. He knew his duty, though, and without hesitation, he got on all fours and began to clean up his mistress's waste. His tongue cleaning every inch of the floor, removing any traces of her feces from the plush carpet. Tears streamed down his face as he silently prayed for forgiveness. In this twisted world, there was no escape from Lady Yuna's games. She had him entirely under her control.
