Part 7: Valery
Valery, a confident and powerful woman in her early thirties, sat at the head of the table. She eyed her toilet slave, who was kneeling before her with a look of determination but also fear. The slave had done an excellent job cleaning her feet, and now it was time to reward him. Or so he thought.
Valery reached down, taking hold of the slave's hair, and pulled his head up towards her. She could feel his warm breath on her thighs as she gripped his face tightly with one hand, holding him in place. Her other hand hovered over his mouth, ready to unleash its contents onto him at any moment.
"I've been looking forward to this all day," she purred, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Let's see how much of my shit you can actually take down your throat."
The slave squirmed under her gaze, trying to pull away from her grip. But he couldn't escape the inevitable—he knew what came next. With a sigh of resignation, he braced himself for the assault on his senses.
Valery pushed her underwear down to her knees, revealing her clean and bare asshole. The slave's mouth began to water involuntarily as he took in the sight of his mistress's backside. He felt himself growing hard in anticipation despite the fear coursing through his body.
Valery smirked at his reaction and reached down to insert two fingers into her ass. She let out a soft moan of pleasure, knowing how this would affect the slave. She pushed her fingers deeper, feeling the hot walls of her rectum pulse around them. She waited for the signals from his body that would indicate he was ready to swallow her load.
The slave's eyes rolled back in his head as he began to salivate uncontrollably. Valery could see the drool forming at the corners of his mouth, and she took this as the invitation she needed. She leaned forward, positioning her ass right above his open mouth.
"Go on, slave," she whispered menacingly. "Eat it up."
The slave closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before plunging his face deeper into his mistress's ass. He felt the warm, soft walls of her rectum envelop his face, and he could no longer hold back his gag reflex. But he forced himself to take a bite, feeling the hot, sticky warmth of her shit filling his mouth.
Valery let out a moan of pleasure as she felt the slave's tongue massaging her insides. It was an intense and primal experience, one that she couldn't get enough of. She began to push her ass down onto his face, forcing more of her shit into his mouth.
The slave struggled to breathe, feeling like he was going to choke on his own saliva and his mistress's waste. But he forced himself to take it all in, determined not to displease her. He could feel her asshole clamp down on his nose, leaving him with no choice but to swallow what she gave him.
As the slave gulped down the last residue of her shit, Valery pulled away with a satisfied smile. She sat back in her chair, watching him with a mixture of amusement and respect. He had taken everything she had given him, and she could tell he was beginning to understand his place in her world.
"Excellent work," she said, patting him on the head. "I think it's time we found you a new role to play."
The slave looked up at her, confused but also hopeful. Whatever his new role might be, he knew that he would do his best to please his mistress, no matter how humiliating or degrading it might be. Because that was his duty now—to serve her in any way she desired.
