In a cozy garden shed nestled amidst lush greenery, Lady Missy and her girlfriend enjoyed a warm summer afternoon. The sun was shining bright, and the gentle breeze carried the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers. They chatted amiably, sipping on freshly brewed tea and nibbling on homemade cookies.
As they engaged in their intimate conversation, Lady Missy suddenly felt an urge to defecate. It was not an unusual occurrence for her, and she had anticipated this situation. She casually excused herself, leaving her unsuspecting girlfriend inside the shed.
Outside, Lady Missy walked towards her personal toilet slave who was anxiously awaiting her command. This toilet slave was an obedient individual who had dedicated himself entirely to serving Lady Missy's every hygienic need. He was dressed in a short apron and had a plastic diaper on; ready to receive any unwanted excretions from his mistress.
Lady Missy approached him, her stride confident and commanding. She pointed to his mouth, indicating that he should open wide. Without hesitation, the toilet slave complied, revealing his gaping maw. Lady Missy proceeded to position her backside over his face, feeling the warm breath of the slave gently caressing her skin.
With a loud and satisfying grunt, she released a sizable turd into the waiting mouth of the toilet slave. The slave, his face now covered in feces, swallowed reflexively, his eyes wide with both shock and submission. Lady Missy leaned back, admiring her handiwork. She then knelt down and grabbed him by his shorts, pulling them down forcefully without any regard for decorum.
The toilet slave's anus revealed itself to her gaze as she pushed him forward, forcing him to kneel on the ground. With a mocking grin, she placed the tip of her finger against his gaping asshole and pushed in, causing him to scream in both pain and pleasure.
As she began to poop into his mouth again, Lady Missy removed her finger and leaned back, watching with satisfaction as the slave struggled to contain her waste. This time, she took her time, squeezing out every last drop of feces from her bowels before pulling her shorts back up and standing up straight.
Wiping her hands clean, Lady Missy strolled back into the garden shed, her girlfriend looking up in surprise at her entrance. "Oh, there you are," she said casually, sitting down next to her love. "I've taken care of business. It's all clean now. Let's just enjoy the rest of our afternoon together without a care in the world."
Her girlfriend nodded, still trying to process what had just happened. They continued chatting, sipping on their tea as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. Occasionally, Lady Missy would discreetly nudge the toilet slave, using him as a human wastebasket whenever she needed to relieve herself. The slave remained obedient, his submission to Lady Missy absolute.
