The sun shone brightly through the large window of Mistress Isabella's luxurious bathroom as she stood over her befuddled slave. He was on his knees, his head bowed low and his eyes trained on the beautiful woman towering above him. She was wearing nothing but a lacy black thong that barely covered her shapely ass, and he couldn't help but stare.
"Wakey wakey, slave," she purred, running her fingers through her long, curly hair. "I have a little task for you this morning." She turned her back towards him and wiggled her hips, inviting him to take a closer look at her perfect round ass.
The slave looked up at her, his lips quivering with anticipation. He knew that this day would not be easy, but he was more than willing to do whatever his Mistress asked of him.
"You are quite the sight, slave," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, come here and open your mouth wide."
The slave rushed forward, parting his lips as widely as he could. He could feel a warm, wet sensation on his tongue before he even looked up. There, standing above him, was Mistress Isabella, a small turd glistening in her hand.
"What do you see, slave?" she asked, amused by his predicament.
"I... I see a turd in your hand, my Lady," he stammered, his stomach churning with nausea.
"Oh, isn't that cute?" she cooed, before shoving the turd into his open mouth. "Now swallow."
The slave closed his eyes tight, trying to force the foul taste down his throat. Mistress Isabella chuckled darkly, enjoying his discomfort. She reached between his legs and began to fondle his cock roughly, causing him to whimper in pain and pleasure.
"That's it, slave," she purred, grinding her hips against him. "Take what's yours. You'll thank me for this later." With that, she lowered her ass to his face and began to take long, slow, deliberate shits on him.
The slave couldn't believe what was happening to him. He was covered in his Mistress's filth, and yet he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. He opened his mouth wide as she continued to fill it with her waste, taking every bit of it eagerly.
Finally, Mistress Isabella stepped back and surveyed her work. The slave was covered in her shit, his face shining with her sweat and his cock standing at attention. She smiled maliciously, knowing that this day would be one he would never forget.
"Now clean yourself up," she said, turning her back on him once more. "I have a busy day ahead, and I can't have my slave looking like this." With that, she left the room, leaving the slave alone to deal with the mess she had made.
He didn't hesitate to clean himself up; he knew that displeasing Mistress Isabella would earn him even worse punishments. As he scrubbed himself clean, he couldn't help but wonder when she would call upon him next. Whatever she had planned, he knew that he was ready for it, even if it meant being her personal toilet again.
