LILY DUPONT - LILY DUPONT : AFTER AN ENEMA

Lily DuPont, a woman of great stature and grace, stood over her slave, her eyes glinting with amusement. She had just punished him by giving him an enema; not only was he filled with her shit, but he'd also had to endure the taste of it in his mouth. The enema was a cruel and humiliating punishment, but to her slave, it was a form of deviance he found himself craving more and more. As she stepped away and removed the hose from his ass, he could feel the warm, wet mess sloshing around inside him, pushing against his insides.

Lily watched as her slave struggled to contain his excitement, his eyes fixed on her voluptuous frame. She walked over to the bed, her high heels clicking against the hardwood floor, and looked down at the pad beneath her: it was covered in her shit, arranged in perfect spheres. She chuckled to herself; her slave really was a gourmet. His love for her filth knew no bounds.

She knelt down on the bed, the softness of her plush burgundy robe billowing around her as she moved. She placed a small, gloved hand on his cheek and guided his head towards the pad. "Eat it up, my sweet little toilet," she purred, her voice seductive and commanding at once. "Clean up my mess." His tongue snaked out hesitantly, tracing the warm, salty contours of the first sphere. He licked it clean and looked up at her, awaiting her next command.

With a satisfied smirk, Lily removed the glove and grabbed another sphere. She pressed it against his lips, allowing a trickle of shit to seep between them. "Don't be shy," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "Youknowyouloveit." He parted his lips eagerly, accepting the offering and swallowing it down. She continued like this for several more minutes, watching as he cleaned up her shit with slow, deliberate movements, his tongue flicking around the thick, creamy mixture on the pad.

When he was finally finished, Lily stood up and undid the tie of her robe, letting it fall open to reveal her naked form. She stepped out of the flowing red fabric, completely bare before him. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she walked towards the balcony, her ass swaying enticingly from side to side. "Rest here for now," she said, pointing to a small massage table she had set up outside. "I'll be back soon." She turned and looked at him over her shoulder, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "And don't forget, you're my human toilet. The next time you feel the need to shit, come find me." With that, she disappeared outside, leaving him alone to imagine what she had in store for him next.

The slave lay back on the table, his heart racing with anticipation. He knew that when Lily returned, it would only be a matter of time before he found himself bursting at the seams, desperate to fill her pad with his own shit. As he waited, he couldn't help but wonder how far he'd go for this woman - and how much further she'd make him go.