Mistress Anna sat atop her marble toilet throne, observing the young toilet slave kneeling before her. He was thin and wiry, his ribs visible beneath stretched skin. Defeated eyes stared up at her, the stench of fear and desperation emanating from his pores. This was the second day she would be using him, and if he desired to live, he would have to do as she commanded.
With a flick of her wrist, she flung a bag of brown raw sewage onto the ground before the slave. "Eat it," she commanded, a cruel smile playing at her lips. The slave's face contorted in disgust and despair, but he knew better than to disobey. With trembling hands, he picked up the first bag and brought it to his mouth, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Oh, how she enjoyed watching them squirm and struggle! Their discomfort was music to her ears. "Slow down," she said, her voice dripping with honey. "Take your time and savor it." She waited patiently as he finished the first bag, the sight of him gagging and choking on her filth bringing her a perverse sense of pleasure.
As he gasped for air, regaining his composure, Mistress Anna watched him with detached fascination. His hunger was palpable, and she could see that he craved more of her foul waste. Slowly, she lowered herself onto the porcelain bowl, uncaring that her ass would soon be touching the slave's face.
With a sinister laugh, she released a second bag, this one even larger than the first. It landed in the toilet bowl with a splash, carrying with it a putrid stench that made even her nose curl in disgust. The slave didn't hesitate, though. No, he crawled forward eagerly, his mouth watering at the prospect of consuming her shit.
Well, she thought to herself with a twisted sense of pride, at least they took an interest in something today. She watched as he stuffed as much of her shit into his mouth as he could handle, chewing slowly to savor the taste. When he was done, he looked up at her, pleading for more. "Oh, don't look so disappointed," she said, amused by his eagerness. "There's plenty more where that came from."
And with that, she let loose another torrent of feces, this one even bigger than the last. The slave's eyes widened in shock, but then he realized what was happening and dove into the toilet bowl, his hands grasping at her filth. He took it all, every last bit, swallowing and gagging until his stomach was full to bursting.
Mistress Anna sat back, a satisfied smile on her face. She had found the perfect use for this slave: feeding off of his misery and desperation. As she watched him crawl away, torn between the need to vomit and the fear of disappointing her, she could already imagine the concoctions she would create for him on the morrow. For now, though, she savored the taste of his submission on her tongue, knowing that it would be sweeter than any meal she had ever tasted.
