As I sat on the toilet, my heart was racing with excitement. I knew what I was about to do was taboo, possibly even disgusting to some people, but to me, it was the ultimate act of submission. I heard the soft knock at my door, signalling that my beloved was standing outside. "Come in," I said softly, maintaining my composure.
The door opened slowly, and there he stood: tall, handsome, clad in a mesh onesie that emphasized his every curve. It was clear he was nervous but also aroused by what we were about to embark upon. Without wasting another moment, I leaned back and spread my legs, exposing my wet pussy lips to him. He gasped slightly at the sight before him, his cock already twitching in anticipation.
I let out a small moan as I felt the warmth of my own feces against my bare ass cheeks. With one swift motion, I released a soft log into the toilet bowl, the pungent smell filling the air. "Bob for them, baby," I purred, my voice seductive yet commanding. Slowly, he lowered his face towards the bowl, his eyes locked onto mine the entire time. His warm breath danced across my thighs as he dipped his head even lower.
I watched in awe as he opened his mouth wide, revealing his perfect teeth and crimson tongue. The tip of his tongue tentatively reached out to touch the smooth surface of the turd, sending shivers down my spine. His eyes closed as he savored the taste, and then he took a bigger bite out of it. It was like watching him consume the most exquisite dessert at a fancy restaurant.
His cheeks began to puff up as he gobbled down each morsel enthusiastically, never taking his eyes off of mine. This was our secret pleasure - one that bound us together in a twisted sort of way. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed down each bite, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride watching him submit so completely to me.
As he finished his meal, he looked up at me adoringly, a trail of saliva dripping from his lips. "That was incredible, my queen," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. My heart swelled with pride at his words. "Now let's clean up my little mess," I commanded him, enjoying the power dynamic between us.
He grabbed a straw from the nearby cabinet and began to suck up the remaining water and poop mixture. His cheeks hollowed out as he sucked harder, determined to please me in every way possible. Once he had finished, he stood before me with a satisfied smile on his face. "There are no leftovers," he declared proudly, spinning the now-empty straw around between his fingers.
I reached out and softly tugged on the string to his onesie, pulling him closer to me. The light flush of his cheeks was endearing as I ran my fingers through his hair. "You're an amazing boy," I whispered, my voice raw with emotion. He leaned into my touch gratefully, our connection undeniable.
Together, we stepped out of the bathroom, our secret safely locked away, our love for each other growing stronger with every passing moment. I couldn't help but feel grateful for this amazing man who was willing to do anything for me - including tasting my turds. As we headed towards the bedroom, I knew our night was only just beginning.
