As I entered the bathroom, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement surge through my veins. Today was the day I would finally fulfill my deepest desire – to degrade my human toilet bitch named Cucky. I had been planning this for weeks, and every fiber of my being was eager for what was about to come.
I locked the door behind me and walked slowly over to the toilet. Cucky lay there, looking up at me with eyes that were filled with anticipation, fear, and submission. I couldn't help but smile wickedly as I approached him.
"Today's going to be a special day, Cucky." I purred, running my fingers across his smooth cheek. "Do you know what I have in store for you?"
His cummy whimper was answer enough. He knew exactly what was coming, and he couldn't wait for it.
"That's a good boy," I cooed, pulling down my pants and revealing my perfect ass to him. He hesitated for a moment before leaning forward, tentatively placing his warm tongue on my anus. Hesitant at first, but soon he was licking me furiously, his tongue tracing my every crevice.
I felt a surge of power rush through my body as I sank onto the toilet seat, my thick log of shit hanging precariously over his face. My heart skipped a beat as I watched his eyes flutter shut in anticipation.
"Open them, Cucky," I commanded softly. "Watch your goddess take a shit on your face."
And so he did. As I let out a slow, satisfying sigh, my asshole opened up like a blooming flower, releasing an endless stream of warm, steaming shit onto his eager face. His cheeks puffed up as he struggled to breathe, but he never made a sound. Not even a whimper.
I leaned back, enjoying the view of my shit-covered toilet bitch underneath me. He was perfect. Just as I'd always dreamed he would be.
"Does it feel good, Cucky?" I asked softly, my voice dripping with honey. "Does it turn you on, knowing that your goddess is using you like this?"
He didn't answer, but I could see the truth in his eyes. It was everything he ever wanted and more.
I spent the next few minutes wallowing in my own filth, enjoying the warmth and comfort that came from being completely vulnerable in front of another human being. When I finally pulled myself together, I leaned down and gently wiped the dirty sole of my boot against his cheek, using it to smear my shit across his tongue.
"That's it, Cucky," I purred. "You've still got my shit on your face, and you're going to keep it there until I come back for you."
With that, I stood up, rooting around in my closet until I found an outfit that would make my stud drool. As I left the bathroom, I couldn't help but glance back at him; there he was, lying on the floor with a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes. I couldn't wait to see him again.
