After an exhausting day of playing in the garden with her dog, Diana returned home feeling dirty and sluggish. As she entered her bedroom, she remembered that her precious toilet slave was hidden under her bed, waiting patiently for his next assignment. With a sinister grin spreading across her face, she knelt down and pulled the terrified man out from under the bed.
She could tell that he had been crying and trembling in fear while hiding from her view. He tried desperately to keep his distance from her dominant presence but was powerless against her strong grip on him. Diana held his gaze with a fiery intensity before speaking softly, almost lovingly.
"It's time for you to serve me again," she cooed. With a cruel twist, she yanked him closer and positioned him over the toilet bowl. "You know what to do," she growled through clenched teeth.
The scent of fear emanated from every pore of his body as he lowered himself onto the cold toilet seat. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, bracing himself for what was about to come. Diana strutted over to him, her high heels clicking against the floor. She reached down and grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling his face towards hers.
"Open your mouth, slave," she commanded. He opened his mouth obediently, anticipating her next move. His world turned upside down as his beautiful princess sunk to the floor, her glossy lips pressing against his. She kissed him passionately while thrusting her finger violently into his mouth. At first, he resisted, but as she increased the pressure, he gave in, accepting her saliva as if it was his last resort.
With a contented smile on her face, Diana turned away from him, her attention fixated on something else. The slave felt a warm sensation spreading through his body as he realized what was about to happen. As he lowered his head in submission, Diana's supple behind met his face, and he instinctively reached out to grab onto her hips for support.
He breathed in deeply, filling his nostrils with the sweet scent of his mistress's ass. He moaned softly against her skin as she began to release her feces into his waiting mouth. The warm liquid dripped down his chin, mixing with the saliva she had already forced into him. He swallowed reflexively, knowing there was no escape from his degrading tasks.
As Diana pulled away, leaving a sticky trail on his lips and chin, she looked down at him with a smug satisfaction. "Good boy," she purred, reaching down to stroke his cheek. "Now clean yourself up before you face Celeste." She chuckled darkly before disappearing into the bathroom, leaving him alone to scrub the evidence of his humiliation off his face and body.
