Mistress Isabella, a beautiful and elegant woman from Italy, had recently moved to a new home. One day, she was in dire need of using the toilet but couldn't find the bathroom. Frustrated and exasperated, she started looking for someone who could guide her to the nearest lavatory.
As fate would have it, she stumbled upon a man who was cleaning the corridors of their apartment complex. He was hunched over, scrubbing the floor with a toothbrush and a bucket of water, wearing nothing but a pair of dirty khakis around his ankles. He looked up at her, his eyes widening in fear when he saw who it was.
"Hallo!" the man stuttered. "Mistress Isabella, I'm the, umm, pigman. You can, uh, call me Pigman."
Mistress Isabella smirked. She loved playing mind games with people, especially when they found themselves in her power. "Well, Pigman," she purred, "it seems we have each other to thank for this fortuitous encounter."
Pigman nodded dumbly, his eye still fixed on her derriere. He couldn't believe his luck—Mistress Isabella was standing right before him, completely exposed! He could see her gorgeous breasts rising and falling beneath her thin blouse, the outline of her nipples visible through the fabric. And then there was her ass. Oh, that ass! It was plump and round, perfect for him to worship.
Mistress Isabella saw the lust in Pigman's eyes and couldn't resist teasing him further. "You know," she mused, "I'm quite desperate at the moment. Would you mind if I used you as my personal toilet? After all, you're already on the ground and in such a... submissive position."
Pigman's heart raced. He couldn't believe what he was hearing! Mistress Isabella wanted to use him as a toilet? His cock stood at attention in his pants, begging for release. "W-what do you mean?" he stammered.
Mistress Isabella stepped closer, her goddess-like presence towering over him. "I mean, Pigman," she said, her voice dripping with honey, "you're going to become my human wastebasket." Without warning, she reached down, grabbed the back of his shirt, and yanked him towards her. He landed at her feet, staring up at her perky breasts as he felt his dirty britches being pulled down around his ankles.
"Now then, Pigman," she purred, "it's time for your Mistress to take a healthy shit. And guess where it's going to end up?" She pressed his face against the floor, forcing him to look between her legs. There it was—his ultimate reward. He could see a long, juicy turd slowly forming inside her, ready to be expelled onto his face.
Mistress Isabella began to squat over Pigman's face, her incredible ass tightening around his nose as she prepared to unleash her feces. He could feel the warmth emanating from her asshole, the stench of her shit filling his nostrils. And when she finally released her payload, it was everything he had hoped for and more.
"Mmmmph!" he moaned, his tongue lapping at every inch of her ass cheeks as he savored the taste of her freshly deposited shit. She groaned in pleasure, her eyes rolling back in her head, as he licked her clean from rim to center.
Finally, satisfied, she stood up and pulled up her dirty britches once again. "That," she said, smiling down at him, "was a taste of what your Mistress can do to you." She turned and walked away, leaving him there with a huge grin on his face and an unbearable urge to jerk off.
Little did Pigman know, this was just the beginning of his new life as Mistress Isabella's personal toilet. He couldn't wait to see what else she had in store for him.
