Samantha was enjoying her time in the kitchen, cooking up a delicious meal for later. She hummed cheerfully to herself as she sliced vegetables and stirred pots. The aroma of herbs and spices filled the air, creating a comforting atmosphere. However, as she continued working, she realized that she needed a stool to reach some of the higher shelves.
Hesitating only for a moment, she turned to her slave, who was standing by obediently. "Hey, slave," she said with a smirk. "I need a chair."
Her slave bowed his head in submission. "As you wish, my queen," he replied, knowing what was coming next.
Samantha took her time positioning herself on her slave's back, gently guiding his limbs into place until she was comfortably seated. She savored the moment, feeling his warmth and knowing that he was completely devoted to her.
As they stood like this, Samantha couldn't help but feel the urge to poop. She bit her bottom lip in excitement, knowing that her slave was directly beneath her. With a wicked grin, she leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Hey, slave. You know what happens next."
Her voice sent shivers down his spine. He knew that once she said it, there was no turning back. The girl had started pooping on his face last time, and he was dreading what would happen next.
"Open wide, here it comes," she sang, a predatory light in her eyes. And then she released the first warm, round pellet onto his eagerly awaiting face. It landed with a soft thud, followed by a deluge of others.
Her slave whimpered as the hot, smelly mass piled up on his face. But he couldn't move, couldn't do anything but endure. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to block out the stench and the warmth, but all it did was make it worse.
When Samantha was finally finished, she slid off his back, leaving him covered in her filth. She wiped her hands on a dishtowel and turned to survey her work. "Oh, well done~," she said, patting him on the head. "That was quite a load. Now, next time I'll make sure to wear a diaper for you."
With that, she laughed lightly and returned to her cooking. Her slave remained where he was, smeared in her feces and utterly humiliated. He vowed silently to himself that he would do anything to please her, no matter how degrading or depraved it might seem.
