(Censorship only in the preview) The urgency hits me hard, and I can no longer contain myself. The need is overwhelming, and I feel the evidence already staining my undergarments. My slave, bound and immobilized, is at my complete disposal—unable to escape or even avert his gaze. He must be ready to serve me without hesitation, no excuses tolerated. First, I peel off my soiled panties and force him to suck on them, though his efforts are far from satisfactory. Is it the restrictive position? Whatever the reason, I’m displeased. I shove the lingerie deeper into his mouth, commanding him to clean it thoroughly. Still unsatisfied, I decide it’s time for the main event. I discard the panties momentarily and position myself above him, releasing a torrent of filth into his mouth. He tenses but begins to chew, gradually swallowing every bit. I add more—tiny morsels, followed by a stream of urine, then another round of waste. Today, I’m abundant, and he takes it all in. I free one of his hands to help gather the stray pieces near his mouth, keeping my own hands pristine. The lingering filth on my panties still irks me, so I thrust them back into his mouth, ordering him to clean them as thoroughly as a washing machine. When I return, I want no trace left behind.
