Lady Shay - Eat his alpha shit!

Lady Shay was sitting elegantly on her golden throne, a regal smile on her face as she surveyed the room. Her pet, a young man whose eyes were wide with excitement, stood before her trembling slightly. He was wearing a collar around his neck, and it was clear that he was under her control.

"Oh yes you gonna be our little disgusting toilet pig," she purred, her voice dripping with delight. "And you gonna eat whatever we give you to eat." She pointed to a plate beside her, where there was a mountain of shit, fresh and steaming. It was clear that it had just been produced by someone. "That," she said, "is yours to eat."

The young man's tongue darted out nervously to wet his lips. He knew what he was here for, and he couldn't deny the thrill coursing through his veins. "Please, Mistress," he murmured, "I will eat your shit. I'll clean your toilet too, if you want me to."

Lady Shay chuckled, revealing her perfect teeth. "Oh, I do want you to," she said, "but that's not all. I want you to eat every bit of this extremely stinky shit!" She waved her hand grandly at the plate, and a wave of nauseating odor hit the young man's nostrils. He swayed slightly, his stomach roiling, but he didn't move away.

"Take a good look," Lady Shay commanded. "Tell me what you see." The young man forced himself to look at the plate, to really study the gross, slimy mass of human waste. His face contorted in disgust, but still he didn't pull away.

"I see... shit," he whispered, barely able to get the word out. "Fresh shit, Mistress."

"That's right, my pet," she purred. "And it's yours to eat." She stood up from her throne, revealing her naked body to him. Her breasts were large and firm, teasing nipples pointed toward the ceiling. Her legs were long and shapely, her ass round and inviting.

"Kneel down before me," she commanded, "and show your obedience."

The young man knelt before her, his face inches from her crotch. He caught the first whiff of his mistress's scent, a delicious mixture of sex and power. He felt her hand on the back of his head, guiding him closer.

With a pleased sigh, Lady Shay lowered her hips until he could feel the heat of her pussy against his lips. "Suck on my clit, my dirty little toilet pig," she moaned. "And when you're done with that, you'll eat every last morsel of this alpha shit!"

The young man opened his mouth, his tongue darting out to taste her essence. She was salty and sweet, and the perfect combination of flavors. As he sucked harder, she began to moan louder, her hips rocking against his face.

When she finally climaxed, her pussy flooding his mouth with her sweet juices, she pulled away and stood up again. "Now," she said, "it's time to feast."

The young man got onto his hands and knees, positioning himself over the pile of shit on the plate. He closed his eyes, willing himself not to vomit as he lowered his face to the steaming mass.

Lady Shay watched with eager anticipation as he began to eat, his tongue darting in and out of the shit, lapping up every last bit of it. She grabbed a tuft of his hair and pulled him closer, her face inches from his as he worked.

"That's my good little toilet pig," she cooed. "Clean up my mess, just like I trained you to." The young man continued to consume the disgusting concoction, his mind filled with thoughts of his mistress and her power over him. He was her toilet, her plaything, and he would do anything she asked of him.