It was a beautiful afternoon, and Mistress Gaia was feeling quite pleased with herself. She had just finished her lunch and was about to retire to her cozy living room when she noticed her slave standing by the window. He was her toilet slave, a man she had trained to serve as her personal human toilet.
With a smirk on her face, Mistress Gaia deliberately walked towards him, his dark eyes fixed on her every move. She couldn't help but feel a sense of power wash over her as she gazed down at him. He was naked, his body shivering slightly in anticipation of what she might have in store for him.
She stood before him, her long legs spread slightly apart, and stared him in the eyes before leaning down to his level. She took a deep breath, savoring the moment, and then spoke in a low, commanding voice. "I am going to shit in your mouth," she said, her tone leaving no room for doubt or hesitation.
The slave's face paled but he nodded obediently, his eyes unable to look away from hers. Mistress Gaia could see the fear in his eyes but also an underlying desire to please her. This was exactly what she wanted to see; complete submission and devotion.
Without further ado, she turned around and bent over slightly at the waist, presenting her rounded rear end to him. The slave couldn't believe his luck - he was about to receive his Mistress's shit in his mouth! His cock, trapped in a cage around his neck, began to throb with excitement.
Mistress Gaia lowered her delicate rear down onto his face, feeling the warmth of his breath against her skin. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, knowing that this was going to be one of the most satisfying moments of her day. Slowly, she released a soft, warm log of shit into his waiting mouth.
The slave gagged slightly as he felt the hot, smooth mass push its way past his lips and into his mouth. He couldn't believe the taste; it was both repulsive and arousing at the same time. He had never known pleasure like this before, and he didn't want it to end.
Mistress Gaia felt the satisfying weight of her shit on his tongue, and she smiled. Slowly, she began to move up and down, grinding her hips against his face as she relished the feel of her own waste filling his mouth. She let out a soft moan of pleasure, feeling the power she held over him course through her veins.
The slave trembled beneath her, his body shuddering with the intensity of the feelings he was experiencing. He longed to taste more of his Mistress's delicious shit, and he prayed that she would let him keep it in his mouth for as long as possible.
Eventually, Mistress Gaia grew tired of her game and pulled away, standing up straight once again. She looked down at the slave, who was still catching his breath, and smiled. "Clean up after yourself," she said, her voice calm but commanding.
The slave nodded meekly, his face still flushed from the intense experience he had just been through. Slowly, he got to his knees and began to lick the floor clean, carefully removing every last trace of his Mistress's shit. He knew that this was his duty, and he would not rest until the area was spotless once again.
As he licked the final bits of shit off the floor, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. He was the chosen one, the one who had been selected to serve his Mistress in this most humbling and intimate way. He may have started as a normal man, but now he was something much more: a toilet slave, destined to serve his Mistress for the rest of his days.
