Mistress Isabella sat comfortably on her deluxe, high-backed throne, dressed in a sensual silk robe that hugged her voluptuous figure. She watched her sissy, Carlotta, approach her holding a large silver platter. On it were colorful, tempting fruits that glinted under the soft golden light of the chamber.
Carlotta nervously bowed his head, his long blonde hair cascading down his back. "Good morning, Mistress," he said softly, his breathing quickening as he stood before her.
Mistress Isabella's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Well, well, look at you," she purred, admiring how the robe accentuated his feminine curves. "You look positively ravishing this morning."
Carlotta blushed deeply, aware of his exposed plump breasts and the lacy panties that adorned his hips. He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing visibly, and forced a trembling smile.
"Now then," Mistress Isabella continued, her voice taking on a more commanding tone. "I expect you to eat everything on that platter before we begin our day. And don't forget to use your tongue to clean the dish afterward." Her eyes glinted with anticipation as she watched Carlotta's lips part in fear.
Carlotta's legs shook under the weight of the anticipation. He knew what was expected of him, but the thought of ingesting another day's worth of Mistress Isabella's feces made his stomach churn. Slowly, he lowered himself onto his knees and approached the platter, his eyes fixed on the neatly arranged piles of steaming poop.
Mistress Isabella watched with amusement as Carlotta hesitated, the scent of his own fear mingling with the pungent aroma of his own creation. "Come now, don't be shy," she teased, her voice dripping with mock concern. "It's not like you've never done this before."
With shaking hands, Carlotta reached out to pick up the first piece of poop. His nostrils flared as he tried to hold his breath, owning up to the irony of the situation. He had willingly chosen to become Mistress Isabella's sissy, submitting to her every whim, and yet the desire to break free from this life sometimes overwhelmed him. But he knew there was no escape—not yet.
Using his fingers to pick up each piece of feces, Carlotta did his best to ignore the texture or shape as he stuffed them into his hungry mouth. He could feel Mistress Isabella's eyes boring into him, watching his every move as he struggled to swallow each bite.
Finally, the platter was empty, and Carlotta could feel his stomach churning as he readied himself for the final task of cleaning the dish. Kneeling down, he placed his tongue on the dish and began to meticulously clean every last bit of poop, savoring the taste of his own shame as he did so. Only then, with a bowed head and heavy heart, did he look up at Mistress Isabella for her approval.
She nodded, her expression unreadable. "Very good, my pet. Now we can begin our day." She stood up, the silk robe billowing around her, and walked past Carlotta without a second glance.
Carlotta remained kneeling on the floor, his head bowed in submission. He knew that no matter what he did or how well he pleased Mistress Isabella, this life would always be one of servitude and humiliation. But for now, he had no other choice but to keep pushing forward, awaiting his next command with bated breath.
