Once the prom queen was done relieving herself, she stood up and asked her toilet slave how it felt to be at her beck and call. He could only whimper in response, his face flushed with shame and arousal.
"Now," she purred, her voice dripping with sinister delight, "it's time for you to taste my shit."
Without further hesitation, the prom queen unbuttoned her pants and lowered her silky underwear, exposing her flawless ass to the gaze of her toilet slave. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the moment before finally releasing the turds that had been building up inside her all day.
The slave's eyes were glued to the scene in front of him, his heart racing with anticipation. When she had finished, she turned her back on him and lowered her pants once more, this time revealing her dripping wet pussy.
"Now," she commanded, "taste it. Start with the ass and work your way up."
Hesitantly, the slave reached out a trembling hand and pinched a piece of her shit between his fingers. He brought it to his mouth, savoring the earthy taste as it mingled with the warm piss that still coated his tongue. Then, without further ado, he began to lick the prom queen's wet pussy, cleaning it of every last drop of her piss and making sure he didn't miss a single morsel of her shit.
As he worked, she groomed herself in front of the mirror, adjusting her clothes and making sure she looked presentable again. It was almost as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. But then, this was just another day in the life of a queen who ruled over her own private toilet kingdom.
When he was finally finished, she turned to him and smiled, her eyes gleaming with victory. "That," she said, "was excellent work, toilet slave. I think you've earned yourself a reward."
Without another word, she felt so amazing.
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