As I walked into my lavish home, I couldn't help but feel the intense urge to shit. It was a strange feeling, almost as if my bowels were being pulled in different directions. I wondered if this was a premonition or just simple physiology. Either way, my need to take a dump was becoming increasingly pressing.
Just as I was about to excuse myself to use the restroom, my phone buzzed with an incoming call. I hesitated for a moment, torn between answering the call and tending to my urgent business. But curiosity got the best of me, and I decided to see who it was.
When I saw the caller ID, my heart skipped a beat. It was one of my regulars, a man who I had recently introduced to the concept of a human toilet. For a sizable sum, he would submit to my every whim and desire, all the while serving as nothing more than a vessel for my shit.
Without thinking twice, I accepted the call. "Hi, baby. Are you ready for me?" I purred into the phone, my voice laced with desire.
"Yes, my queen," he replied, his voice trembling with anticipation.
"Good boy. Now listen carefully... I'm just about to take a massive shit, okay? And I want you to be there for every moment of it. In fact, I want you to watch as I shape and mold my shit into whatever form I desire."
As I spoke, the feeling in my gut intensified. I could feel the soft, wet mass of my upcoming turd pushing against my intestinal walls. It was time to finally indulge in this forbidden fantasy.
Without another word, I excused myself from the conversation and quickly made my way to the bathroom. Once there, I sat down on the toilet seat, feeling the coolness against my overheated vulva.
"You're such a naughty girl," the man on the other end of the line whispered. "I can't wait to see what you'll do next."
Without responding, I closed my eyes and let the feeling wash over me. It was almost as if I were forcing the turd out of me, willing it to grow in size and intensity. And when I finally felt the familiar pressure building in my rectum, I knew it was time to let go.
I pushed hard, forcing the massive log of shit out of my body and onto the toilet seat below me. It was an incredible feeling, one that left me panting and overcome with lust.
"My queen," the man on the phone moaned. "Tell me what you want me to do."
Picking up my phone again, I pulled open my toilet paper and began wiping myself clean. This was an intimate moment between us, one that we would both remember fondly.
"I want you to come over here and smell me," I purred into the phone. "Smell the stench of my shit on my skin. And then I want you to kiss me, tasting the foulness in my mouth."
As I spoke, I could almost feel the man's anticipation growing. The thought of him kneeling before me, eager to taste my shit-filled kiss, sent a shiver down my spine.
When he arrived at my house, I made him wait outside for a few minutes—just to heighten the anticipation. Finally, I opened the door and beckoned him inside. His eyes were wide with lust as he stumbled into the room, his nose filled with the intoxicating scent of my shit.
Without a word, I pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss, feeling the warmth of his tongue against mine. Then I pulled back slightly and let him taste the foulness of my mouth, lapping at his lips like a hungry animal.
And when he was finally ready, I helped him kneel before me, guiding his head into position so that he could take his first bite of my hard-earned shit. I watched as his lips parted and he tentatively reached out, fingers trembling as they made contact with my warm, soft flesh.
As he began to eat, I couldn't contain my excitement. This was exactly what I had been looking for—a man who would worship me in the most intimate of ways, accepting my every desire without question.
When he was finally finished, I helped him to his feet, my legs shaking with the effort of holding myself up. It had been an intense experience, one that left me both satisfied and wanting more.
As we stood there, eyes locked on each other, I knew that our relationship had only just begun. There were many more adventures to come, each one more taboo than the last. And I couldn't wait to see where this incredible journey would take us both.
