Mistress Anna was in a playful mood when she entered the dingy little room where her toilet slave waited eagerly. He had been living off scraps of food for the past eight days, his stomach growling in anticipation of what was to come. He had quickly become addicted to his mistress's feces, finding solace in the naughty pleasure it brought him.
Mistress Anna, dressed in a short black dress that hugged her voluptuous body, approached the slave with a mischievous grin on her face. She held a plastic spoon in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. She playfully rinsed out the spoon before handing it to the slave. "All right, my little toilet," she purred, "it's time for your daily dose of Mistress Anna Toilet."
The slave fell to his knees in front of her, his eyes fixated on the shiny and round object in her hand. He opened his mouth wide, ready for whatever she was about to give him. Mistress Anna chuckled softly as she placed the warm, soft piece of feces on the spoon and pushed it towards the slave's awaiting mouth.
He took a deep breath, his nose flaring as he tried to keep the awful stench at bay. But as soon as the feces touched his tongue, he couldn't help but moan in pleasure. The taste was unique, unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste as he swallowed it down.
Mistress Anna watched with amusement as her toilet slave devoured her shit, taking pleasure in his addiction. She noted the way he licked the spoon clean, making sure not to miss a single drop of her precious waste. She smiled, proud of her creation. "Good boy," she purred, giving him a light pat on the head.
Satisfied with his performance, Mistress Anna took the bottle of water from the slave and rinsed out the spoon once more. She then placed the spoon back in the sink, out of reach of her toilet slave. "That's all for today, my little toilet," she said, picking up a cigarette from the nearby ashtray. "Remember, tomorrow you'll have to beg for it."
With that, Mistress Anna left the room, closing the door behind her. The slave remained on his knees, staring at the sink where the spoon had been only moments before. He knew he would be dreaming of Mistress Anna's shit all night long, hoping that tomorrow would bring another fix for his addiction.
