Today was going to be a long and difficult day for my toilet slave. As I sat comfortably on the throne, feeling my insides churn and rumble with the contents of my bowel, I couldn't help but smirk at the thought of the torment I had in store for him. It had been two long days since his last meal, and my poor little toilet slave was starting to look quite emaciated, his ribs showing through his skin, begging to be fed.
As I began to empty my bowels, the first wave of farts burst forth from deep inside me, causing my slave to grunt and groan in anticipation. Concentrating on accumulating as much gas as possible, I took my sweet time, savoring the look of pure desperation on his face as he inhaled each of my stinky, foul-smelling farts. Each explosion of air from my tight little asshole was shot directly into his waiting mouth, and he didn't dare resist as he forced himself to drink it all in.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I was ready to fill him up with my delicious shit. Slowly, I removed my leggings, revealing my soft and supple bare ass to his needy eyes. His tongue darting out, trying to catch any trace of my scent, as if he were a thirsty dog. I took my time, teasing him, enjoying the way he squirmed and writhed beneath me, before finally planting his face firmly in my ass crack. One by one, I pushed out solid pieces of my meal, making sure he didn't miss a single bite.
Over the next few minutes, I watched in amusement as he struggled to swallow it all down. His face smeared with a thick layer of my shit, dripping from his lips and nose. But of course, this wouldn't be enough for my greedy little toilet slave. He needed more, much more. So, with a smirk, I let loose another round of farts, making sure they filled his already-usurped belly even more.
The smell was overwhelming, but I knew it was what he craved. He's such a pathetic little beggar. I decided to really test him. I let a hot, creamy spurt of shit splatter out right onto his face, molding it perfectly to his features. It flowed down his cheeks, into his eyes, ears, and mouth. And he loved it. He couldn't get enough, lapping at my asshole like a dog at a bowl of water.
For the next few minutes, I simply watched as he struggled to keep up. The stench was incredible, but it seemed to only make him work harder. His tongue flicking out, trying to find every last morsel of my meal. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I decided to end the torment. Slowly, I pulled my ass away from his face, leaving behind a trail of shit and saliva.
He cried out in protest, pleading for more, but I knew better than to give in to his demands so easily. After all, a good slave had to earn his keep, didn't he? I snickered to myself as I watched him continue to drown in the remnants of my meal, his face covered in the evidence of his devotion.
Over the course of the next few hours, I continued to fart into his face, relishing the way he struggled to breathe through the putrid cloud. Each time I did, it seemed like he grew even weaker, more dependent on me. It was exhilarating, like nothing else. As the night wore on, and the smell began to wane, I knew it was time to allow him to sleep.
Eventually, he passed out, face first in my shit, a small smile on his lips. I should be disgusted, but instead, I felt nothing but satisfaction. He was my toilet slave, and I was his queen. Every time he looked up at me, every time he begged for food, every time he smothered himself in my shit, I knew it was all worth it.
The next day dawned, and I awoke to the sound of his weak whimpers and groans. It was time to feed him again, to start the cycle all over again. After all, he's still got a long ways to go before he truly becomes the perfect toilet slave.
