MISTRESS ISABELLA - POV 476 HARD LIKE STONES!!!! By Mistress Isabella

I am known as Mistress Isabella, and I always demand the utmost respect and obedience from my buttler. Today, I find myself in a bit of a predicament. The toilet in my luxurious bathroom is broken, and I cannot seem to find my way around it. As much as I despise asking for assistance, I have no other choice but to turn to my buttler.

I summon him to my chambers, almost hesitating for a moment as I anticipate his reaction. As he steps inside, he bows his head submissively, awaiting my instructions. "Well?" I question, staring at him intensely. "Why isn't the toilet fixed yet?"

The buttler hesitates before answering, seemingly unsure of how to respond. "M-Mistress, I... I couldn't fix it," he stutters, shame filling his eyes. I let out a sigh of frustration, knowing that I'd have to resort to drastic measures. "I see," I say coolly, "Well then, it seems that you've left me with no choice."

I turn my back towards him, baring my pale, round ass to him. My heart is racing as I unsnap my skirt, revealing my tight black thong. "You will have to be my human toilet," I say firmly, feeling his eyes on my exposed cheeks. "This is your one chance to redeem yourself."

I grip the corner of the marble vanity and bend over slightly, presenting myself to him. My buttler approaches me timidly, his eyes fixed on my exposed ass. Slowly, he reaches out and begins to rub his hands over my cheeks, his fingers digging slightly into my flesh. It's not unpleasant, but it doesn't quite match the intensity of how I crave his touch.

Closing my eyes for a moment, I wait for him to position his lips around my anus. When he finally does, I let out a soft moan, feeling the warmth of his mouth envelop my entrance. His tongue traces circles around my rim, making me want more from him. But I need him to focus on the task at hand.

I take a deep breath, feeling the tension within me start to rise. As much as I despise using a buttler as my toilet, the thought of relieving myself into his mouth is becoming increasingly arousing. Anticipation builds within me as I wait for the turd to finally form. And when it does, it feels hard and almost rock-like as it emerges from my anus.

It takes a few tries, but eventually, he manages to hold my entire load. It's not the largest turd I've ever produced, but it feels satisfyingly heavy in his mouth. When he finally pulls away, there's a trail of sticky shit linking us together. I watch as he opens his mouth slowly, revealing the bulbous turd sitting on his tongue.

Without hesitation, he dips his head forward and places the turd into the toilet bowl, flushing it away. As much as I hate using him in such a demeaning way, there's something about watching him clean up after me that turns me on. And judging by the tent in his pants, he feels the same way.

After I'm certain that the toilet is once again functioning properly, I stand up straight and straighten my clothing. "Well done," I say with a smirk, "You're dismissed." I turn my back to him once again, giving him one last view of my ass before he walks out of my chambers.