In the heart of New Paris, deep in the bowels of the infamous Planet-Bizarre, Madame Jeannette's lavish chambers stood tall. As the planet's most illustrious brothel madam, she commanded a huge following and an expensive lifestyle. However, even in her elevated status, Madame Jeannette was just like any other woman – sometimes she had to take a shit.
Bodo, a young male slave in his late teens, stood nervously outside her opulent bathroom door. His heart was racing as he waited for her command, knowing full well what she had in store for him. He heard the distinctive sound of her ass cheeks spreading as she prepared herself on the toilet seat, and then came the moment he dreaded.
"Clean it up, slave." Her commanding voice echoed through the halls of the brothel, and despite his fear, he couldn't help but feel a small stirring between his legs. He knew that this was what he was here for – to serve Madame Jeannette in any way she desired.
He pushed open the door, his eyes immediately drawn to the repulsive sight before him. Madame Jeannette's asshole was still gaping open, a small pile of feces sitting proudly on the bathroom floor. The smell hit him like a wave, making his stomach churn. Yet he couldn't look away.
"You heard my command, slave. Begin your work," she said, her voice cold and unyielding. Shaking with anticipation, Bodo knelt down beside the feces and closed his mouth around it, trying not to retch at the taste and texture. With each movement, he felt his mouth fill with warmth and filth as he moved the shit towards her open asshole.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he had finished his task. Lifting his head, he watched as she slowly lowered herself onto the toilet seat, the stench of his mouth and hands causing him to gag. Then she shifted her gaze to him, a small smile playing on her lips.
"You may clean yourself now," she said, her voice taking on a softer tone. With trembling hands, Bodo doused his inner thighs and genitals with a warm, soapy washcloth, trying to rid himself of the lingering taste of his mistress's shit. As he stood there, wet and trembling, he couldn't help but feel both dirty and incredibly aroused.
"Very good, slave," she said, her voice like soft velvet against his ears. "Now you are ready for your next task." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him to wonder what new depravity she had in store for him. He didn't mind; he knew that as long as he served her well, he would always find a place in her heart – and in her bed.
