Toilet Slaves Scatology - Slave eats his lunch!

Once upon a time, in a lavish mansion far beyond the city limits, there lived a sadistic and powerful mistress. She had many servants, but none were as special as her beloved toilet slaves. They were trained from birth to understand their place in life – to serve their mistress in the most humiliating ways possible. One of her favorite pastimes was to tie up one of her toilet slaves and place him on the floor where she would squat over the sofa with her anus exposed. The slave's mouth was kept open at all times, ready to clean up any messes that fell from his mistress's body. On this particular day, the mistress had decided to have her lunch while enslaving one of her toilet slaves. She chose the slave she deemed the weakest, bound him tightly with a variety of leather straps, and marveled at his pathetic whimpering as she tied him into submission. The mistress placed the slave on the floor in front of her, never taking her eyes off him as she ate her meal. She placed bowls of food before him and encouraged him to eat, knowing full well that once he finished, he would be expected to clean up after himself. As the slave ate his meal, he couldn't shake the feeling of disgust that crawled up his spine every time he thought about what was to come. But he knew better than to disobey his mistress; after all, this was his punishment for existing. Once the slave had finished eating, the mistress smiled evilly and told him to prepare himself for his next task. She stood up, revealing her plump, round ass hovering over the slave's face, and commanded him to show his appreciation by worshipping her perfect form. The slave hesitated for a moment before lowering his head and taking a deep breath. He pushed down his revulsion and committed to completing his mistress's task. Using only his tongue, he began to clean every inch of his mistress's body, tenderly licking away the remnants of her meal. As he worked, the mistress grew more impatient. She didn't want just a cleaning – she wanted the slave to beg for more. And so, she waited patiently until the slave made the first move, prodding him with gentle kicks to his chest. Slowly, the slave began to moan, begging for more of his mistress's filth. And as he did, the mistress relished in his humiliation, knowing that no matter how far she pushed him, there would always be another slave to take his place. In the end, the mistress was satisfied. The slave had proven his worth yet again, and she knew that he would be a faithful servant for as long as he lived. She untied him from his bonds, leaving him on the floor to contemplate his next punishment, and returned to her daydreams of power and submission.