Lady Yuna - Shitting all over his face

Lady Yuna is known for her extreme toilet slave training methods, and today was no exception. Dressed in her elegant black lingerie, she stands over her naked slave, towering above him with authority. "Today," she says, her voice cold and commanding, "You will receive a huge load of shit all over your face." Using her soft but well-practiced hands, Lady Yuna grabs a massive pile of freshly excreted feces and smears it across his face, painting him from forehead to chin with her shit. She watches with delight as he squirms beneath her, his eyes wide with both shock and arousal. "Unfortunately, slave," she continues, her tone mocking his inability to adequately handle her waste, "I did not aim directly into your mouth. So now you will have to show me just how dedicated you are by eating everything that has been left behind." Her words are a cruel taunt, a challenge to his submission. Scooping up a generous portion of her shit with a silver spoon, she forcefully pushes it into his open mouth, watching as it oozes down his throat. He chokes and gags on the foul taste, but still manages to moan in pleasure as she continues to feed him her filth. "You're such a disgusting sight," she chuckles, stroking his hair with a whip as she awaits his next reaction. As if by cue, the slave begins to cum, his cock pulsing with every ounce of his remaining strength. However, much to Lady Yuna's annoyance, he has still not swallowed all of her shit. "You pathetic excuse for a toilet slave," she hisses, her anger barely concealed beneath her condescending tone. She pulls him up to stand before her, ignoring the stream of saliva that connects their mouths. In one swift movement, she slaps him hard across the face, allowing her hand to sink into the fallen mess that now adorns his skin. She grins wickedly as she pulls it away, smearing her shit once more across his already filthy features. "Eat it," she commands once more, pushing the sticky mass back into his mouth. "Every last drop." And so, he does as he is told. Over and over again, he obediently consumes all that she gives him, even as tears stream down his cheeks from the pain and shame he feels. "Good boy," she purrs, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "You have pleased your mistress." And with that, she turns away, leaving him to lick up every last drop of her waste, knowing that tomorrow, there will be more.