Alex stood in the bathroom, one foot resting on the toilet seat, the other planted firmly on the cold tile. Their toes wiggled, the black polish glistening under the fluorescent light. Tom, the sissy man kneeling before them, gazed up at Alex’s feet with wide, subservient eyes.
“Get to it, Tom,” Alex commanded, their voice firm but soothing. “Show me how obedient you can be.”
Tom nodded, his throat bobbing as tears welled in his eyes. With shaky hands, he grasped Alex’s left ankle, bringing it closer to his face. His tongue darted out, lapping at the smooth skin, then tracing the curve of Alex’s toes. Alex hummed in approval, their other foot shifting slightly to balance on the porcelain.
“Good boy,” Alex Said, as Tom transferred his attention to the right foot. “You’re doing so well.”
Tom’s head jerked up, a thin string of spit connecting his lips to Alex’s ankle. “Y-yes, Master,” he stammered, “I’m y-your sissy slave.”
Alex smiled, pleased with Tom’s submission. “Now, drink from the toilet, show me how much you desire to please me.”
Tom’s face contorted in distress, but he scrambled forward, lifting the toilet lid. He dipped his head, letting the putrid water splash against his tongue. Alex watched intently, ensuring Tom took a long, deep drink, swallowing with a grimace.
“Open wide, Tom,” Alex directed, as they slipped a hand into their jeans pocket, withdrawing a small plastic bag. “Time to munch on something even more delightful.”
Tom’s eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, widened in horror as Alex extracted a steaming turd from the bag and held it out to him.
“But Master, I—”
“No arguments, just eat it,” Alex cut him off, their tone brooking no disobedience. “After all, you are my sissy shit-eater, aren’t you?”
Tom’s shoulders slumped in defeat as he leaned forward, his hand reaching for the foul offering. With a tremulous sigh, he took the first bite, his gag reflex struggling to comprehend the rancid taste and texture.
Alex watched, a perverse thrill coursing through their veins as Tom forced himself to consume the entire turd, not a single drop or crumb escaping those lips.
“Excellent,” Alex said, as Tom spat and coughed, his face beet-red. “You truly are the perfect sissy toy. Now, let’s get dressed and go out, show the world what a pathetic, shit-munching little slut you’ve become.”
Tom, still reeling from the humiliation, nodded meekly, knowing that he would obey Alex’s every command, no matter how degrading. For in Alex’s world, Tom’s sole purpose was to be defiled, used, and degraded – and he would never escape the clutches of his non-binary tormentor.