Lady Scarlet - LADY SCARLET - TOILET OF MY DIRTY BUTT hd

Lady Scarlet strolled into the opulent bathroom, nightgown billowing behind her. She'd felt the need to take a dump earlier, but had successfully delayed it, at least until she was indoors and had privacy. As she neared the grand toilet, though, her stomach writhed with anticipation... and anxiety. Would it be able to handle everything she had to give it? She approached the golden throne, her eyes widening as she took in the sight before her. The bound and gagged slave knelt at its base, naked and helpless. His muscles were tense, betraying both his discomfort and his eagerness to please. A puddle of urine already covered the floor beneath him. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest as she reached for the hem of her nightgown, exposing her delicate underwear to his gaze. They were filthy, smeared with feces and breathed heavily with anticipation. Without a word, she shrugged off her garment, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. An involuntary moan escaped the slave's lips as he took in the sight of her dirty underwear covering his face, and before he knew it, they were in his mouth. He tried to suck on them, to clean them as she'd ordered him, but they were too much for him. They filled his mouth, pushing against his cheeks, sliding down his throat. Lady Scarlet watched with an air of unfulfilled satisfaction, her lips curling into a frown. This slave was pathetic. He might serve her well enough in other ways, but when it came to satisfying her most basic needs, he was found wanting. She could tell by the way he held himself that he was close to reaching his limits. She pushed him harder, driving him further than he thought possible. His eyes were wild now, pleading with her for mercy as she forced yet another fistful of her shit down his throat. It was a hot, sticky mess, coating his tongue, filling his belly. He gagged on it, choking on the putrid taste, but still he could not satisfy her. With a malevolent grin, Lady Scarlet pulled her underwear from his mouth, smeared with his saliva and her own filth. Then, without warning, she squatted over him, her pussy just inches from his face. She spread her cheeks, revealing her asshole, and despite his protests and pleas, he found himself unable to look away. She hesitated for a moment, savoring the power she held over him, before releasing a torrent of diarrhea. It spilled from her ass in hot, steaming rivers, coating his face with a thick layer of shit. He tried to close his eyes, to block out the monstrous sight before him, but she grabbed him by the hair, yanking his head back to expose his face to the full force of her shit. As she emptied her bowels, he felt his resolve crumble. He knew there would be no escape, no mercy. All he could do was submit, give himself over to her will. He opened his mouth, even as tears streamed down his face, and she released another onslaught of shit onto his tongue, forcing him to swallow every drop. Finally, sated, Lady Scarlet straightened, her rump still quivering from the effort. She reached down again, this time pulling the slave to his feet by the hair. He stood, trembling, as she inspected him, her hands trailing lewdly over his body. "Not bad," she muttered, though her tone belied her words. "But you'll have to work harder if you want to survive my attentions." With that, she turned and left the room, leaving the slave knee-deep in filth, his body aching with the effort to please her.