Lady Yuna - Lady Yuna-Pissing my shit in his throat

It was always a spectacle to behold when Lady Yuna visited the toilet. Her slave, kneeling beside the porcelain throne, could only watch in anticipation as she lowered her silken panties to reveal her supple ass. He could see the glistening beads of moisture adorning her puckered anus, one that had been thoroughly used by his mistress's huge cock not long ago.

With a sigh of satisfaction, she planted her hands firmly on the wall behind her, spreading her legs wide. "Now, slave," she began, her voice low and seductive, "you know what to do."

The slave dove forward, pressing his face between her thighs. His tongue darted out, tracing the contours of her pussy lips before he began lapping at the droplets of her arousal. As he licked, she let out a soft moan, encouraging him to continue. "That's it, slave," she purred, "make me cum."

And cum she did. With a guttural moan, Lady Yuna arched her back, her fingers digging into the flesh of the slave's hair. In that moment, he felt nothing but bliss as he was allowed to taste her ecstasy. But that was just the beginning.

Slowly, Yuna lowered herself onto the toilet seat, her ass still glistening from his attentions. With a look of anticipation, she turned to face her slave. "Now, it's time for you to show me how much you've learned," she said, a wicked glint in her eye. "Open wide."

Obediently, the slave parted his lips, revealing the pink cavern of his mouth. Without warning, Lady Yuna bent forward, letting loose a torrent of diarrhea directly into his open mouth. The warm, viscous liquid poured over his tongue, coating the inside of his cheeks and dripping down his chin. But the slave didn't gag or resist. Instead, he swallowed every last drop, his face a mask of determination.

"Ahhh," she sighed, her eyes fluttering closed in ecstasy. "That, my slave, is true submission."

But she wasn't done yet. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she reached into a nearby bowl, retrieving a handful of soft, squishy feces. She held it between two fingers, letting it drip over her slave's mouth. "See this?" she taunted, her voice low and syrupy. "This is what you're meant to be eating."

The slave trembled with anticipation as she pressed the warm, sticky mass into his mouth. It was unlike anything he'd ever tasted before. It was bitter and salty all at once, with a texture that was both smooth and gelatinous. But despite the unfamiliarity of the taste and texture, he found himself utterly unable to resist. He chewed slowly, savoring every bite, his eyes never leaving Yuna's.

As he finished the last morsel, Yuna leaned forward, her breath hot against his ear. "That's my good slave," she purred, reaching up to stroke his hair. "Now, go on. Drink up."

Confused, the slave looked into the toilet bowl to see a murky liquid swirling within. But before he could protest, Yuna slapped him hard across the face, leaving a stinging red mark on his cheek. "Drink it," she hissed, "and don't make me ask again."

With a deep breath, the slave leaned forward, sticking his tongue out as far as it would go. He lowered his head into the bowl, feeling the cold, disgusting liquid slosh over his tongue and down his throat. It tasted like shit and drains cleaner, but he forced himself to swallow every last drop, his mind focused solely on his mistress's pleasure. He could hear her soft moans of approval, and that was all the motivation he needed to keep going.

Finally, when the bowl was drained, Yuna leaned back against the wall, her chest heaving with exhaustion. "Well done, slave," she purred, reaching down to pat his head affectionately. "Now, get back in position and let me have some fun with the rest of you."

Obediently, the slave knelt beside her, waiting for his next command. He knew that no matter how disgusting or demeaning it might be, he would do it all for his mistress. Because in that moment, there was nowhere else he would rather be than at her feet, worshiping her every need and desire.