As I finished my latest session on the iron throne, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me. My asshole was dilated to its fullest extent, and my intestines were rumbling with contentment. I knew that the toilet below me was about to bear witness to another one of my monumental shits.
I absentmindedly reached down between my legs and began to finger myself. My juices were flowing, and I felt the familiar heat building in my core. "My slave," I thought to myself, "Where the fuck is that pathetic piece of shit?"
My mind wandered back to him as I recalled another time when he had failed me. It had been during my last orgy - the one where I took on three eager, muscular studs all at once. My slave had stood by helplessly, his cock hard and throbbing with desire, but unable to participate. Pathetic.
I let out a long, primal groan as I felt the first wave of my orgasm crash over me. My fingers found their way to my asshole, and I began to pleasure myself as the intensity of my climax intensified. The walls of my rectum clenched around my fingers, and I felt myself getting closer and closer to release.
Finally, my body shuddered, and I let out a scream of pleasure as I came all over my hand. My legs trembled, and I leaned back against the mirror, catching my breath. "Shit," I muttered under my breath, "Where did that pathetic fucking slave get off to?"
I wiped my cum-covered fingers on a nearby tissue, taking a moment to admire the sticky residue clinging to them. My asshole was still twitching from my orgasm, and I knew that it was ready for whatever was coming next.
I reluctantly stood up, lifting my dress to reveal my shapely ass. I gripped the edge of the table and assumed the position - ass up, legs spread wide. "Here it comes, you fucking worm," I thought, glancing over my shoulder at the toilet. "You're going to be soaked in my piss and covered in my shit by the time I'm done with you."
My asshole twitched again, and then suddenly, I felt the familiar sensation of heat and pressure building inside me. It was the most intense shit I had taken in a long time - so intense that it was bringing tears to my eyes. My hand went straight to my mouth, ready to catch any of the filth that was about to come spewing forth.
I had been holding it in for far too long, and now there was no stopping it. With a sound that was both gut-wrenching and deeply satisfying, I released the hot, molten mass of shit from my asshole. It felt like somebody was trying to push their way out of me - a sensation I both dreaded and craved at the same time.
As the last of the shit exited my body, I felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through me. I stood there for a moment, taking in the sight of my enormous turd - one that was easily the size of my fist. "Aloof," I murmured, leaning forward to get a better look at my creation. My masterpiece.
I reached into the toilet with shaking hands, pulling out the massive log of shit. It was still steaming hot, and the smell was overwhelming - a rich, earthy scent that reminded me of fertile soil and dark, damp caves. I held it up triumphantly, turning to show it off to the camera. "Could you eat this amount of shit?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
With tears streaming down my face, I slowly lowered the turd back into the toilet, covering it with a wave of urine. "You're lucky, slave," I muttered, reaching for a tissue to wipe the mess off of my hands. "Because even if you could, I wouldn't let you have any."
