Lady Marie stepped into the bathroom, her matching black lingerie accentuating her every curve. She closed the door behind her and made her way towards the toilet, her high heels clicking against the tiled floor. She sat down on the cold, plastic toilet seat without hesitation, her full bottom descending into a squat position over the bowl.
Without warning, she let out a long, sudden stream of urine, filling the bowl before her. As she peed, she felt a sense of power and dominance wash over her. She was the one in control here, and this pathetic slave was at her mercy.
When she finished emptying her bladder, she didn't miss a beat before commanding the slave kneeling at her feet to open his mouth wide. He trembled in anticipation as he obeyed, his eyes never leaving her face.
Lady Marie gracefully lowered herself onto the toilet seat, her wet crotch pressed against the back of his head. She felt him shudder as he felt the weight of her body against him, and she knew he would do anything for just a taste of what she had to offer.
With a wicked grin, she pushed her rosette against his open mouth, not giving him any time to prepare himself. The unmistakable stench of feces wafted up from beneath her, and the slave's gag reflex kicked in hard as he felt her dropping a load into his eagerly waiting mouth.
He could hardly believe he was actually doing this, but he knew he had promised to serve her in any way she desired. His mistress's shit tasted foul, and it always made him want to puke, but he forced himself to swallow every last bit.
After a moment, Lady Marie pulled away and stood up, leaving the slave to wretch and choke on the disgusting filth in his mouth. She lit up a cigarette, her smile turning into a smirk as she watched him suffer.
"Now," she said, taking a long drag from her smoke, "clean my asshole with your tongue."
The slave, his mouth still filled with the taste of shit, trembled again as he got back down on his knees and positioned himself behind her. With a shaking hand, he reached out and took hold of her lacy thong, lifting it up out of the way.
He pressed his lips against her virgin asshole, his tongue darting out to explore every crevice. He could feel himself gagging again at the foul stench emanating from her rear end, but he forced himself to continue. She had told him she would reward him for his obedience, but he was starting to wonder if it would ever be worth it.
As he worked his tongue against her anus, she leaned forward, obligingly resting her hands on the countertop. He could feel her warm breath on the back of his neck, and it sent shivers down his spine despite the revulsion he felt for what he was doing.
After several minutes, she seemed satisfied and pulled away, leaving him staring at her backside in disgust. He could hardly believe what he had just done, but he knew better than to utter a single word of protest.
With a final, dissatisfied grunt, Lady Marie stubbed out her cigarette in the slave's mouth and stepped away from the toilet, leaving him there to clean up the mess they had made. He knew there would be more punishments, more degradation, but he also knew that he would never be able to escape the intoxicating power she held over him.
