Sitting on the throne, Geneva gazed down at her slaves with a wicked smile. "Alright, who's ready to clean up after their Mistress?" She scanned the room, her eyes landing on each of them in turn. They were all eager to please her, but only one would earn the privilege of attending to her most private needs.
With a dismissive wave of her hand, Geneva signaled that they were dismissed, save for one. The chosen slave stepped forward, trembling with anticipation. She knew what was coming, and she couldn't wait to serve her Mistress.
Geneva stood up, her silken robes pooling around her feet, and made her way towards the slave. With a soft yet commanding voice, she spoke. "I took quite the shit earlier today, and it is your duty to clean up after me." Her words were laced with power and desire as she approached the trembling figure before her.
The slave could only nod her head in submission as Geneva sat down on a small stool in front of her. With a look of pure confidence, Geneva spread her ass cheeks wide, exposing her tight rosebud to the room. "And when you are done with that, you will taste it from my ass," she commanded, her voice dropping an octave lower, sending shivers down the slave's spine.
The slave didn't hesitate. She knew what she had to do. Kneeling down between Geneva's legs, she reached out to caress her Mistress's thighs, her fingers trembling with anticipation. As she gently traced circles around Geneva's lower folds, the aroma of her ass filled the room, making everyone's mouth water.
Finally, Geneva reached out and guided the slave's head towards her gaping asshole. She watched, transfixed, as the slave slowly caught the glistening, lush lips in her mouth. The slave's tongue darted out, tracing circles around the rim before finally pushing into Geneva's asshole. She moaned in delight as her Mistress's fingers dug into her scalp, pulling her deeper.
By now, the slave was buried up to her nose in Geneva's ass, feeling the warmth and wetness of her anal juices. When Geneva pulled her away, the slave looked up at her, hungry for more. But before she could say anything, Geneva pointed towards the bowl where she had earlier relieved herself.
With a final glance at her Mistress, the slave reached down and scooped up a handful of shit from the bowl. She stood up, her eyes fixed on Geneva, and slowly made her way towards her. As she approached, she opened her mouth wide, ready to take another bite. But Geneva's eyes flashed, and she raised her hand, stopping the slave in her tracks.
"No," she said with a sultry smile, "you didn't taste it from my ass. And because of that, you didn't get to clean yourself up after serving your Mistress. Keep those hands dirty, and meet me in my chambers at the end of the day."
With that, Geneva turned around and walked away, leaving the slave standing there, confused and aroused. She looked down at her hands, covered in shit, and felt both disgusting and powerful at the same time. She knew that she would do anything to please her Mistress, even if it meant getting dirty.
