Mistress Mystique - Punished Plumber

In walked Mistress Mystique, the goddess of all things taboo and scatological. Her presence permeated the room like a thick fog, and suddenly the air felt charged with expectation. She sashayed towards the plumber who cowered pathetically before her, his eyes wide with fear and arousal. The fool had brought a camera to spy on Her in the bathroom! With a cruel smile, Mistress Mystique grabbed the plumber by his collar and pulled him to his feet. "You silly pervert," she growled, her lips curling into a snarl. "Think you can film my most intimate moments without consequence?" She raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face. The plumber's cheek stung from the imprint of her palm, but he couldn't help but barely contain his excitement. "No, Mistress," he whimpered. "Please, I'll do anything you want." "I think I have just the thing in mind," she purred, eyeing the humiliated man contemptuously. With a fierce glare, she turned her back on him and headed towards the toilet. "Now crawl over here and start cleaning my shit off these floors," she commanded over her shoulder without looking back at him again. The plumber hesitated only briefly before scurrying across the floor on all fours towards the toilet like an obedient pet. As he got closer, he could see Mistress Mystique's pearlescent turd glistening menacingly on the ceramic surface before him. His heart raced with anticipation – he was about to become part of something truly depraved and taboo! With trembling hands, the pathetic excuse for a plumber reached out towards the floating log of shit in front of him, engulfing it into his palm. Closing his eyes tightly, he pressed his mouth against it, letting it penetrate deep inside him as Her pleasure permeated every inch of his being. He gave her his full attention, moaning audibly as he savored every last drop of her excremental nectar. Slowly but steadily, he began licking up every inch of the toilet bowl until it was clean once again. He continued to taste Her essence on his tongue long after he had finished, reveling in the idea that he was now marked by Mistress Mystique herself. Finally, he looked up at Her, his gaze filled with nothing but adoration and gratitude. Whatever punishment She had for him next, he knew he would happily endure it a thousand times over just to feel this way again. As it turned out, his wish would come true sooner than expected...