Mistress Ann - grandpa is fed with shit + bdsm

Mistress Ann, a stunningly beautiful and powerful woman, was looking forward to her afternoon session with her new toilet slave. She had acquired him only last week, and she could already see that he was quite compliant and obedient. In fact, he was so submissive that he even enjoyed being fed her nasty, smelly shits. She decided to push his boundaries even further today. As she sat on her royal golden throne, she commanded him to kneel before her and presented himself for the day's punishment. He obeyed immediately, his heart racing with anticipation of what she had in store for him. "Today," she began, her voice a low, seductive murmur, "I want to mark you as mine. I want to brand your pathetic ass with my initials, so that every time you look at it, you'll remember who controls you." He shuddered slightly at the thought but remained still and submissive. She stood up and walked towards him, nearly six feet of pure dominance in her tight latex catsuit. In her hand was a small tack hammer and a piece of wood with her initials carved into it. Without further warning, she raised the tack hammer and slammed it down onto his ass cheek, embedding the wood into his flesh. He let out a loud scream of pain but refused to move or resist. She did it again and again, hammering the wood into his skin until it bore her mark. Finally, she stood back, admiring her handiwork. The wood was securely embedded, and small beads of blood oozed out around the edges. "There now," she purred, running her hand over the newly-branded ass cheek, "that will remind you of who you belong to." Next, she instructed him to lay down on the floor beside her golden throne. He did as he was told, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for her next command. She bent down and picked up a burning cigarette from an ashtray on the floor, the smoke curling upwards in a seductive dance. "Open wide," she said, her voice a low growl, and he complied immediately, parting his lips as far as he could. She placed the end of the cigarette against his lower lip, and he felt the searing pain as it burned him. He tried to pull away, but she held him in place with one strong hand, her grip firm but not causing any lasting harm. As the smoke drifted up into his nostrils, he inhaled deeply, eyes watering from the stinging sensation. He closed his eyes tightly as she slowly dragged the cigarette across his lips, tongue, and chin, leaving a trail of blackened flesh in its wake. Finally, she pulled the cigarette away and stood up, admiring her handiwork once again. "That should teach you not to neglect your duties," she said, a cruel smile spreading across her beautiful face. With that, she turned and left him there, his mind reeling from the intense mix of pleasure and pain he had just experienced. From the corner of his eye, he could see the shiny wood of her golden throne radiating power and dominance, reminding him of who was in control.