Ever since Mistress Gaia became the most sought-after Domme in the city, she's been living a luxurious life. Towers above her peers in status and power, but she never forgets the importance of having things done for her when she wants them done. The notion of having to rush to the dungeon every time she needed to take a shit was starting to become tiresome, so she decided to find herself a new kind of slave - one that would be available to serve her needs at home, whenever she required it.
Now, whenever Mistress Gaia had to poop, all she had to do was pick up her phone and call her new slave. The slave, who had been trained extensively for this specific purpose, would arrive at her doorstep within minutes, ready to take whatever she had to give him. Be it her used tampon or a hot load of human excrement, he was always eager and willing to please his Mistress in any way he could.
As Mistress Gaia sat on the toilet, she felt a sense of relief wash over her. She was used to being in control in every situation, but there was something especially comforting about knowing that she didn't have to struggle to find someone willing to take care of her most basic needs. She took a deep breath as she opened her mouth, preparing for her slave to do his duty.
She could hear him approaching her bathroom, his footsteps echoing in the tiled hallway. She looked up as he entered, his eyes shining with anticipation. Without another word, she leaned back, giving him full access to her offering. He knelt down before her, his mouth opening wide as he took the first bite of her freshly-shit anus, savoring the taste of her hot feces.
Her cheeks hollowed as she pushed the rest of it into his mouth, feeling him gag slightly as it reached the back of his throat. She closed her eyes, taking a moment to savor the feeling of being worshipped like this. With a satisfied sigh, she pulled him up to her level and pressed their bodies together, her pierced nipples grazing against his rough skin.
As they stood there, entwined in their own filth, Mistress Gaia couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. This was what it meant to be in control – to have someone willing to do anything for her, no matter how humiliating or degrading. She leaned in to whisper in his ear, her breath hot against his cheek. "Good boy," she purred, before leaning back and giving him another load to eat. As she watched him disappear into her toilet with another mouthful, she knew that she'd never want another kind of servant ever again.
