Lady Bella - Yummy! Eat my shit, slave!

Lady Bella had always been fascinated by the idea of a toilet slave. She had watched countless videos online of other Mistresses and their toilet slaves, and she yearned to have one of her own. It wasn't just the act of having someone worship at her feet that excited her. It was the idea that she could control another person's bodily functions, reducing them to a creature that lived for her pleasure and nothing else. And so, after careful selection, she had finally found her toilet slave.

He was lying on the floor of her lavish bathroom, clad only in a red jockstrap, his mouth hanging open in eager anticipation. She watched as he looked up at her, his eyes full of adoration and fear. She loved that look. It fueled her desire to push him further and further into depravity.

"Good boy," she purred, stepping down from her throne. "Now, open wide."

He nodded obediently and parted his lips as she approached. She could see his eager anticipation as he waited for her command. With a cruel smile, she knelt down next to him and lowered herself onto the toilet seat. His eyes grew wide with terror as she pulled down her yoga pants and revealed her bare, round ass to him.

"Now, slave," she said, her voice dripping with contempt. "Taste your Mistress's ass."

Without hesitation, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against her soft, supple cheeks. She gasped in pleasure as he eagerly began licking and kissing her ass, all while she kept her eyes locked on his. "That's it, slave," she moaned, the sound making him shudder with excitement. "Now, clean me up."

He didn't need to be told twice. He knew exactly what she wanted him to do. With gentle hands, he reached forward and began to massage her asshole, getting it nice and clean for her to sit on the toilet.

As he continued to worship her, Lady Bella couldn't help but feel a sense of power over him. She knew that this was the beginning of their relationship, and she was determined to make him understand his place in her world. Every time he pleased her, she would reward him. But every time he displeased her... well, let's just say he had better be prepared for consequences he could never imagine.

Finally, she was ready to relieve herself. She closed her eyes in anticipation as she felt her bowels loosen up, preparing for the release. With a satisfied sigh, she let go, feeling a warm wave of relief wash over her. As she finished, she ordered her toilet slave to look away, and then she stood up and pulled her pants back up.

He looked up at her, tears streaming down his face from the joy of having pleased her. "That was just the beginning, slave," she said, her voice cold and distant. "Tomorrow, we start again." And with that, she walked out of the bathroom, leaving him there on the floor, his mind racing with thoughts of what she might have in store for him next.