Double Trouble - You Thought This Was a Reward

You little shit slave, didn't you learn your lesson yet? You thought crawling around on your belly, licking up my filth and treating my toilet like it's your sacred throne would earn you some attention. Well, let me disabuse you of that notion: when it comes to me, there is no reward for devotion – only more humiliation.

I yank you out of my toilet and shove your face into the fresh, sweet air. You try to stand up but I push you back down, grinding my boot heel into your back. "On your belly, slave," I growl. "Where you belong." With a smirk, I fling a handful of your shitty toys and accessories at you – a grim reminder of your pathetic efforts to please me.

My sweet perfume teases your nose as I tower above you, my skirt brushing against your face. I run my fingers through my long, silky hair, letting you taste my disdain. "You think I find you attractive?" I ask with a sneer. "You're nothing but a piece of shit to me."

I spread my legs wide, exposing the messiest parts of my ass. "This is what you're really after, isn't it?" I taunt. "Well, you can have it...but only after you've served me properly." I lean forward, ass crack gaping and darkening, inviting your tongue.

Oh, how you fawn over it – eager lap dog that you are. You lap at the dried sludge, cleaning my asshole like it's your prized possession. All the while, I continue to degrade you with cruel words and cruel touches. I spank your pathetic cock, now deflated and useless next to my superiority.

I let you taste the richness of my latest shit, watching as you savor every bite. "You're such a filthy little shitter, aren't you?" I ask with a smile. "You'll never satisfy me, no matter how hard you try." I pinch your nose shut and pour another load of hot, steaming piss down your throat. "But that's what you're here for, isn't it? To clean up my messes. Now get back to work."

You crawl back towards my toilet, your mind clouded with thoughts of my dominance and your submission. You can't wait to taste the next batch of filth, to prove your loyalty once more. But I won't let you forget who is in control here. "Remember," I call after you, my voice echoing in your head. "You're nothing but my shit slave. And I'll keep piling it on until you realize that."