LILY DUPONT - MISTRESS LILY DUPONT : MY DIVINE CHOCOLATE

Lily DuPont was a mistress who held her human toilet, Thomas, in high regard. She had trained him well and used him often. Today was no different. As she woke up and prepared for her day, she remembered that she had locked Thomas away in a cage last night and suppressed a small chuckle. He had been such a good boy, sleeping soundly while she herself enjoyed a lavish evening full of indulgence and pleasure. Now it was time to reward her faithful servant and give him his daily dose of humiliation and filth.

Lily made her way to the cage where Thomas was being kept, her long red fingernails clicking against the cold metal floor. She gripped the handle of the cage and yanked it open, causing Thomas to stir awake. His eyes fluttered open and he looked up at his Mistress, his face filled with fear and anticipation.

"Good morning, my little toilet," Lily purred, leaning down close to Thomas's face. "Time to earn your keep." She sniffed loudly, producing a wet, smelly fart that filled the small room. "And what do I smell?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Not enough shit for my liking?"

Thomas shook his head in fear and awe, knowing that displeasing Lily would result in severe punishment. He couldn't believe she had the power to make him feel both dirty and turned on at the same time. As she stood over him, her perfect body on full display, he felt himself begin to stir. It was the same feeling he got every time he thought about what was coming next.

Lily walked away from Thomas, unfastening her robe and letting it drop to the floor. She stood before him nude, her body glistening with sweat and her ass cheeks puckered as she held in whatever was left in her bowels. "Now," she said, turning back to face him, "show me your appreciation for all this."

Thomas didn't hesitate, scooting across the floor on his knees and pressing his face against Lily's crotch. He breathed in deeply, taking in the heady mix of sweat, perfume, and feminine musk that emanated from between her legs. It was a privilege indeed to be so close to his Mistress, even if it meant dealing with her waste.

With a nod of satisfaction, Lily stepped into the cage with Thomas, sitting down on the cold metal floor and spreading her legs. Her asshole gaped open, stinking and inviting. Thomas moved closer, his heart racing as he leaned forward and took a deep breath of his Mistress's foul aroma. He could hardly contain himself as he waited for her permission to begin.

Lily watched her toilet with a sense of pride. He was so compliant, so eager to please her. It wasn't fair, really. But then again, she thought with a wicked grin, life wasn't always fair for those who pleased her. And Thomas pleased her more than any other creature alive.

Finally, she gave the order. "Eat it up, my little toilet." Her voice was soft but commanding, and Thomas didn't need any more encouragement. He leaned forward and dipped his face into Lily's asshole, tongue darting out to taste her warm, fecal essence. As he began to lick and suckle, she let out a contented moan, the sound filling Thomas's ears.

Minutes passed, and Lily began to feel the rumbling in her stomach. It was time. She stood up, her legs trembling as she fought against the urge to shit. Finally, she could hold it no longer. She gritted her teeth and let go, a torrent of shit filling the small cage with her waste. Thomas did not flinch; instead, he moved closer, opening his mouth wide to catch every last drop of her filth.

When she was finally done, Lily stepped back and surveyed her handiwork. Thomas lay in the center of the cage, covered in her shit, his face and hands smeared with her excrement. He looked up at her expectantly, and she chuckled softly. "You did well, Thomas," she purred, kneeling down next to him once again. "Very well indeed."

She leaned forward and ran her tongue along his lips, tasting the sweet, salty flavor of his own feces mixed with hers. It was exhilarating, the power she held over this pathetic creature. With a final pat on his head, she stood up and walked away, leaving him to wallow in his own filth. It was just the beginning of another long, dirty day for Lily DuPont and her loyal human toilet, Thomas.