ScarlettMarie couldn't believe how constipated she was feeling. She had tried everything to loosen up her bowels, but nothing seemed to be working. With a sigh of exasperation, she decided to call her trusty shit slave over.
"Hey, slave," she called out, her voice slightly muffled by the alcohol in her system. "Get your fat, disgusting ass over here. I'm too constipated to even fucking stand up."
A moment later, her slave Shawn stumbled into the room, looking nervous and out of place. ScarlettMarie chuckled darkly, her eyes flashing with amusement mixed with desire. She waved him over to the bar stool next to her bed.
"Get on that stool, slave," she commanded, pointing at the hard, wooden seat. "And don't even think about asking what I want you to do. You know exactly what I need."
Shawn gulped, his heart racing as he climbed onto the stool. ScarlettMarie slowly reached beneath her skirt, her hand disappearing into her own asscheek. She ground her fingers against her skin, groaning in pleasure as she felt her shit starting to soften.
"Good boy," she murmured, leaning closer to him. "Now I want you to stick your fingers in my asshole and start digging for my shit."
Shawn hesitated for a moment, his mind reeling with the sheer humiliation of the task. But then he remembered all the times ScarlettMarie had granted him a release into her pussy afterward, and the thought of another taste of her sweet juices was too much to resist.
He slowly lowered his head, pressing his lips against her neck as his thumb and index finger separated and began to probe at her asshole. He breathed in her scent, a mix of alcohol and arousal that drove him wild.
ScarlettMarie moaned, arching her back as she felt his fingers inside her. "That's it, slave," she whispered. "Find my shit and bring it out of me."
His fingers worked in tandem, scooping up the soft, warm mass of her poop and drawing it out of her ass. ScarlettMarie watched in fascination as he held it between his fingers, squeezing it gently before bringing it closer to her mouth.
"Open your mouth, slave," she ordered, her voice husky with desire.
Reluctantly, Shawn obeyed, stretching his lips open as ScarlettMarie lowered her mouth down onto his fingers. She took a small bite of the soft, warm shit, savoring the taste as it filled her mouth. Her slave's cock, trapped in his pants, throbbed with excitement, leaking pre-cum onto the bar stool beneath them.
When she was done, she pushed him away, her chin covered in her own filth. "Clean me up, slave," she commanded, her voice still thick with arousal. "And don't forget to clean your own mess off the stool."
Shawn nodded, scrambling to his feet as he grabbed a towel from a nearby table. He knelt before her, using the towel to clean her face and fingers before moving on to the bar stool. Trembling with anticipation, he waited for his next orders.
"Very good, slave," ScarlettMarie purred, running her finger over his lips. "Now go ahead and taste my shit. You know you can't resist it."
Shawn's throat went dry as he stared at her fingers, still covered in his own filth. With a shaky breath, he opened his mouth and let her fingers slide inside. He closed his lips around them, sucking on the dirty flesh as a delayed shudder ran through his body.
ScarlettMarie watched him for a moment before pushing him away again. "That's enough for now, slave," she said, her voice like silk. "But remember, I can always use my shit slave whenever I need him."
With that, she stood up, walking naked towards the bathroom as Shawn watched her leave. He remained on the bar stool, his head spinning with the images of what had just happened. He knew that ScarlettMarie held all the power here, and he was nothing more than her plaything. But he also knew that the humiliation and degradation he felt here were a small price to pay for the chance to please his mistress in any way she desired.
