As the sun started to set, casting a warm glow across the room, I stepped into the bathroom. I couldn't help but feel a tingle of anticipation wash over me as I gazed upon the object of my desire - the toilet. It was a simple white ceramic bowl with a matching seat, but it held more significance to me than any luxurious bathtub or high-tech bidet. It was my 'Full Of Shit Toilet', and I loved it.
I slowly undid my pants and slid them down, revealing my bare ass. My heart raced as I let out a small sigh. It was time. With practiced ease, I allowed a small turd to slide out of my rectum and into the cold porcelain bowl. My breath hitched as the warmth from my body collided with the cool surface of the toilet. The feeling was indescribable, an insane mixture of pleasure and humiliation that only intensified once I started pushing harder to make room for more.
One by one, giant turds filled up the toilet, each one bigger than the last, as if they were competing for space. The stench in the room became overwhelming, but I loved it. It was my own personal scent of dominance. With a satisfied smile, I leaned over the edge of the toilet, my breasts practically spilling out of my lacy black bra, and watched as the turds floated and churned in the water below.
"My toilet is full of shit," I whispered, my voice husky with lust. "Go ahead, my slave, clean it."
I heard soft footsteps approach and looked up to see you, your eyes wide with both fear and aroused submission. You knelt before me, and without a word, took the toilet brush from its holder. The bristles were stiff against the leather of your bondage pants, making it almost feel like they were brushing against my own exposed ass. As you started to scrub, your movements were hesitant at first, but they soon turned frantic, as if you couldn't get enough of the feeling against your coarse skin.
I felt a wave of power wash over me as I watched you clean up my shit. With each swish of the brush, you were both removing my turds from the toilet and spreading my scent further. It was intoxicating, and I couldn't contain my moans of pleasure. You looked up at me, your eyes pleading for me to continue, and I didn't hesitate.
"Now, lick it clean," I commanded.
Your tongue darted out, tentatively at first, tasting the salty residue left by my turds. But as you got more comfortable, your tongue became bolder, tracing circles around the edge of the toilet bowl and then diving into the deeper compartment where the turds congregated. Your actions were sloppy and eager, cheeks hollowing as you sucked up as much of my essence as possible.
"That's it," I purred, reaching down to stroke your hair. "Drink my shit like the good little toilet cleaning slave you are."
You groaned, your cock twitching under the confines of your bondage pants. I knew it was close to bursting, and I smirked. "Looks like you're enjoying this as much as I am."
You didn't respond, instead continuing to clean my toilet, your lips and tongue working in tandem to ensure every last drop of shit was gone. When you were finally done, you stood up, your knees shaking slightly from exertion. "Mistress," you said, your voice thick with desire, "may I eat your ass now?"
I chuckled, turning around to reveal my reddened, swollen puckered anus. "Of course," I replied, bending over slightly to give you better access. I felt your hot breath on my crack moments before your lips closed around it. I groaned as your tongue probed my depths, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
"That's right," I murmured, closing my eyes and letting myself get lost in the sensation. "Drink my toilet water, fuck my ass, make me feel filthy."
Your hands gripped my hips tightly, holding me in place as you slowly started thrusting your tongue deeper into my rectum. Each thrust brought with it a new wave of pleasure, and soon enough, I could feel myself getting close. I buried my face into the pillows, biting down hard to keep from screaming loud enough to wake the dead.
You were there with me, moaning softly against my flesh as you worked my prostate with your thrusts. And then, just like that, I came, filling your mouth with strings of thick, creamy cum. "Swallow it all," I ordered, unwinding the bondage ties from my pants and stepping out of them. "Every last drop."
You did as you were told, swallowing my cum and my shit mixture without hesitation. I grabbed my leash and led you to the bed, where you collapsed in a heap of sweaty, satisfied exhaustion.
"You're such a good toilet slave," I whispered, crawling on top of you. As I grinded my pussy against your chest, I couldn't help but think that this was just the beginning of our twisted, erotic journey. The toilet may have been the beginning, but it wouldn't be the end. Not by a long shot.
With a wicked grin, I leaned down and kissed you, tasting both my shit and myself on your lips. "Welcome to the world of Love to Shit Girls," I whispered against your lips. "You're now mine, body and soul."
