Part III:
As the afternoon wore on, the air thickened with an unmistakable aroma of feces. Amidst the humidity and buzz of the surrounding city, the scent hung heavy and pungent, causing passersby to wrinkle their noses in confusion or disgust.
Inside the swanky upmarket toilet, both the gorgeous stocking mistress and shivering toilet slave had reached their limits. The mistress, Lord Darkness's 'partner in crime', had spent the better part of the afternoon using her slave as a human toilet - a fate he richly deserved.
Ever so slowly, she lowered her perfect, almost translucent ass back onto his lupine tongue. The taste of her scat was bland, almost tasteless - but it was the golden nectar she produced that really made his cock hard. Every time she took a shit, his lust for her golden juice only grew.
As he lapped at her tight, hole, trying to coax more of her divine nectar out of her, he couldn't help but fantasize about having it all to himself. Maybe one day, when he had proven himself worthy enough, his mistress would allow him to taste her golden juice without the fecal matter.
But for now, he was content to savor every last drop.
Satisfied with his efforts, the mistress finally pulled her ass away and stood up, revealing the cum-streaked cock that protruded from between her legs. She bent down and whispered in his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine.
"You've been such a good little toilet slave," she purred, circling her index finger in front of his face playfully, leaving a trail of liquid shit in its wake. "Don't you think it's time for a reward?"
His heart pounding, the slave nodded eagerly, unable to formulate a coherent response.
The mistress smiled, her lips curling into a sick sense of pleasure. "Well then," she chuckled darkly, "why don't we see if we can't find a way to get your cock nice and clean?"
And with that, she led him over to a gleaming silver tub, its sides warm and inviting in the muggy air. Carefully she lowered him into the steaming water, the soft hiss as it engulfed him and the warmth that enveloped him causing his entire body to shiver with pleasure.
As she began washing him, the scent of the soap and the mistress's sweet perfume made it hard for him to concentrate. Every time she got close to his cock, he couldn't help but plead with her, begging for just a taste of her golden nectar one more time.
Finally, unable to resist any longer, she allowed him a small sip of her divine juices. It was enough to send him spiraling into ecstasy, his cock throbbing uncontrollably in anticipation of release.
And then, as he let out a desperate, primal moan, she withdrew her hand, leaving him hanging on the edge of pleasure and pain.
"Not yet," she chided, her voice low and teasing. "You still have something left to prove to me."
And with that, she disappeared from view, leaving him alone in the steamy confines of the tub, her words echoing in his ears like the distant rumbling of thunder.
