In a lavish palace, the Empress of the land sat upon her toilet, her ample backside resting on the cold hardwood of the seat. She was contentedly relieving herself, not caring about the mess she was making. Her fat cheeks wobbled with each push, displacing the air around them with a resounding splat-splosh sound as her feces plopped into the water below.
After a while, she finished emptying her bowels and pulled up her thick, silk undergarments, their golden tassels glinting in the candlelight. She leaned back against the ornate porcelain throne with a satisfied sigh, her bare knees nearly touching her chin. Her eyes fell upon her loyal servant who knelt just outside the bathroom, waiting for his next command.
With a wicked grin, the empress gestured for him to enter. The servant, a young man in his early twenties, trembled as he stepped inside, his gaze fixed on the floor. He felt a warmth spreading across his body as he approached his mistress, anticipating what was to come next.
"Fetch the slave-bowl," she commanded, indicating the wooden bucket filled with steaming water on the floor beside her. He kneeled down and lifted the heavy vessel, then handed it to the empress who took her time to rinse off the remains of her shit from her hand.
Without looking at the servant, she swiftly brought her hand back around and slapped him hard across the face, shocking him back to reality. The smack echoed through the bathroom as she spoke, her voice cold and stern. "You will clean my ass, slave."
Shaking with fear but also arousal, the young man knelt beside the empress and reached out tentatively. His hand hovered over her fat cheeks for a moment before he summoned the courage to make contact. His fingers traced softly over her crack, teasingly brushing against her opening.
The empress let out a low moan of pleasure, feeling his warm breath against her skin. She began to squirm slightly in anticipation as he delicately ran his fingers over every inch of her asshole, his touch growing bolder and more certain. When she was certain he had sufficiently worshipped her ass, she stood up and turned around, presenting herself to him.
His face flushed with desire and embarrassment as he took in the sight of his empress's bare backside, covered in streaks of shit. "Kiss my asshole," she ordered, her voice now less commanding and more enticing. He hesitated for only a moment before pressing his lips gently against the small of her back, tasting the bitter tang of excrement.
As he licked and kissed his way up her spine, the empress couldn't help but moan softly in pleasure. When his lips finally reached her puckered asshole, she let out a deep sigh. She felt him hesitate, then dip his tongue cautiously inside. She gasped as he began to lap at her like a hungry dog, his warm tongue sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Her hands found their way to his hair, pulling him closer. "More," she whispered, her voice hushed with desire. He increased the pace of his movements, lapping and sucking on her asshole as if it were the most delicious fruit in the world. The empress arched her back, her buttocks pushing against his face as she groaned in ecstasy.
After several long moments of blissful pleasure, the empress finally pulled away, leaving him panting and trembling. "Now," she said, turning around to face him once more, "finish the task at hand."
Without another word, the servant took hold of the empress's thick buttocks and began to lick away her own feces from her body, his tongue darting between her crevices as he cleaned every inch of her. He felt her warmth seeping through his clothes, his cock growing harder by the second. As he continued to worship her, the empress's hips began to buck wildly, her moans of pleasure filling the bathroom.
After what felt like an eternity but was likely only a few minutes, the servant had finished his task. He stood back, panting heavily, his face glistening with sweat and empress's feces. The empress turned around to face him once more and smiled, a cruel, satisfied grin.
"Thank you, slave," she purred. "Now go clean yourself before presenting yourself to me again."
The young man bowed his head, knowing that his turn to be cleansed was coming soon. He left the bathroom, still trembling from the ecstasy he had just experienced but also filled with dread of what was to come. As he scrubbed himself clean in the adjoining room, he couldn't help but wonder what depravity his mistress would subject him to next.
