MISTRESS ISABELLA - 065.3 Only pee waiting a turd

Mistress Isabella smiled down at her slave, who was kneeling patiently before her, his eyes fixed on her lithe form. She had trained him well, turning him into the perfect toilet slave - a WC-SCAT, to be exact. His job was to be prepared for anything she might excrete from her body: urine, feces, or both.

For hours, the slave had been anticipating his mistress's release, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting her excrement. But time dragged on, and all he had been rewarded with was repeated trips to the bathroom for nothing more than a simple pee.

The disappointment etched on his face was evident as he looked up at Mistress Isabella. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the desperation to taste what only she could give him. She chuckled softly, enjoying the power she held over him. "Did I mention that my English-US isn't perfect?" She teased, knowing full well that he could understand her perfectly.

The slave's heart sank as he realized what she meant. All of this anticipation, all of this suffering, and all he would receive was just pee. But he knew better than to complain; after all, this was Mistress Isabella. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice trembling with frustration. "I just want what you have to offer."

Mistress Isabella smiled cruelly, taking pleasure in his pain. "Oh, don't worry, my dear slave," she purred. "You will wait for your turd, your shit. Because only when you have shown your dedication and devotion to me will I reward you with what you desire."

The slave nodded, tears of frustration welling up in his eyes. He knew there was no escaping Mistress Isabella's punishments. He was hers, body and soul, and he would wait for however long it took to please her.

As the hours turned into days, the slave's suffering became almost unbearable. He lived on the brink of ecstasy, his mouth always close to Mistress Isabella's perfect behind, ready to receive whatever she saw fit to give him. But still, the turd did not come. Only pee, which he had to force himself to swallow.

But even though the slave was pushed to his limits, he knew that this was what he wanted. This was his purpose, his reason for existing. He was Mistress Isabella's toilet slave, and he would continue to serve her until she deemed him worthy of her shit.

And so it went on, day after endless day. The slave waited, prayed, and pleaded for his mistress to finally give him what he wanted. He had never felt so alone, so desperate, or so completely submissive to another person. But despite all of this, he couldn't help but hope that eventually, Mistress Isabella would grace him with her beautiful turd, making all of his suffering worthwhile.