The sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the computer screen as Felicity, a wealthy cougar in her late forties, scanned the news for potential targets. Her eyes narrowed as she read about a teenager named Jake who had been causing trouble in his neighborhood. A smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. This one would do nicely.
Felicity picked up her phone and dialed her henchmen. "I have a new project for you," she said, her voice low and sultry. "There's a little shit stirrer causing trouble in the suburbs. I want you to bring him to me."
Hours later, Jake was dragged into Felicity's mansion, kicking and screaming. He was a handsome boy, with messy brown hair and wide, frightened eyes. Felicity watched him with amusement as he tried to escape, his struggles futile against her henchmen.
"You're mine now, toilet slave," Felicity said, her voice dripping with playful insults. "You're going to eat my shit and drink my piss."
Jake's face twisted in disgust. "No way," he spat. "I'm not doing that."
Felicity shrugged, unaffected by his pleas. "Suit yourself," she said, pulling down her pants and sitting on the toilet. "But you'll be missing out on a delicious treat."
Jake's eyes widened as Felicity's waste filled the toilet bowl. He turned away, gagging, but Felicity grabbed his chin and forced him to look. "Eat," she commanded.
Jake's stomach roiled, but he had no choice. He bent down and took a tentative lick, his tongue recoiling at the taste. But as he continued to eat, he noticed a strange feeling of arousal.
Felicity watched him with growing lust, her own arousal building as she forced him to comply. "That's it, toilet slave," she moaned. "Enjoy your meal."
Jake, unable to control his arousal, began to enjoy the act. He licked and sucked, his hands gripping Felicity's thighs as he devoured her waste.
Felicity, satisfied with Jake's obedience, allowed him to rest. "Good boy," she said, patting his head. "You can go to sleep now."
Jake, exhausted and confused, fell asleep on the floor, his mind reeling from the strange and humiliating experience.
Felicity, feeling super aroused, went to her room to pleasure herself, thinking about the next day with her new toilet slave. She grinned wickedly as she thought of the new and exciting ways she could torment and pleasure him. This was going to be fun.
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