As I approached the bathroom door, my heart raced with anticipation. Today was January 3rd, and it meant only one thing: a visit from Mistress Isabella. A true goddess among women, she had become my ultimate obsession since I first laid eyes on her nearly a year ago.
I heard her footsteps approaching the bathroom before she even knocked on the door. I knew she was coming because I'd made sure that only my shampoo and soap were in the shower stall where she would expect them to be. My toilet was well-prepared for her arrival, cleaned and disinfected as she liked it.
The door opened slowly, revealing my Mistress in all her glory. She was wearing a black leather corset that hugged her voluptuous body tightly, accentuating every curve. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, held back only by a simple black ribbon.
She stood before me, her gaze piercing through my soul as if she could see every thought and desire in my mind. Without saying a word, she strode purposefully towards the toilet bowl.
She lifted up her leather boots slowly, revealing her perfect legs and the delicate hint of stocking at the top of her thighs. The smell of her sweat mingled with the scent of leather and sex, driving me wild with excitement. I watched as she placed her boots gently on the edge of the bathtub and kicked them off, revealing her filthy bare feet covered in dirt and sweat.
"Suck them clean!" She commanded, her voice stern but seductive.
I knelt down before her, planting a kiss on her socked feet before pulling each finger out and licking it clean, savoring the taste of her skin mixed with dirt and sweat. When I was finished, I looked up at her expectantly.
She blushed slightly at my attention before leaning over and whispering in my ear. "Today is a special day," she said, her hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "You're going to eat a sandwich made from my shit."
My heart skipped a beat, but I nodded obediently. I knew that if I wanted to be close to her, there were certain things I had to do. And this was one of them.
She smiled coldly before turning around, bending over, and pulling down her black thong. Her ass was perfect—plump, round, and perfectly formed—and it took all my willpower not to reach out and touch it. Instead, I stared in awe as she took a dark, massive shit in the toilet bowl.
"Now, help me clean up this mess," she said crouching down next to me, her hand deftly guiding mine into the warm water. I slowly reached into the murky water, feeling the smooth roundness of her shit against my fingers. I cupped it gently, bringing it up to her face, marveling at how easily it slid between her perfect pouty lips.
She swallowed gratefully before standing up, looking down at me with a mixture of lust and contempt. "Now, get ready for the main course," she said, a mischievous glint in her eye.
She walked over to a table by the window and placed a large plate in front of her. On top of it were two gigantic dinner rolls, freshly baked and steaming hot. I watched as she took another massive shit, this time into a toilet paper and wrapping it around the roll. With a flourish, she placed the roll on top of the other one and prized it triumphantly towards us.
"Today is January 3rd, and you know what that means," she said, a sly grin on her face. "Lentils and sausage for two days!"
I nodded, knowing that the combination of food would inevitably lead to a massive amount of shit. And yet, I couldn't wait to taste it. I was hers and hers alone, ready to do whatever she commanded.
She carefully picked up the giant mountain of shit with both hands and placed it gently on the plate in front of me. "Here's your sandwich, toilet slave," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Enjoy!"
And so, I did. I knelt down before her, grasping the edges of the plate with trembling hands. I lifted the first roll towards my mouth, taking a bite of the soft warm bread. As I touched it to my tongue, I felt the warm smoothness of her shit melting against my taste buds.
It was disgusting and yet, it was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. I could feel the power flowing through my veins, filling every pore of my skin with her essence. I was hers, completely and utterly.
With renewed vigor, I attacked the sandwich in front of me, devouring it with an intensity that surprised even me. Each bite was filled with her presence, her scent, her taste. It was a sensation that was both repulsive and exhilarating, and I couldn't get enough of it.
When I finally finished the sandwich, I was spent. My stomach was full to bursting, and I felt like I could barely stand on my wobbly legs. But the look of satisfaction on Mistress Isabella's face made it all worth it.
She stepped forward, reaching out to caress my cheek gently. "Well done, toilet slave," she whispered, her breath warm against my skin. "I knew you could do it."
With that, she turned around and walked towards the door, her leather boots making a disparaging sound against the cold, hardwood floor. As the door closed behind her, I fell to my knees, exhausted but strangely fulfilled.
I was Mistress Isabella's toilet slave, and I would do anything for her. Even eat a mountain of shit.
