It was the most wonderful time of the year. Christmas. A time filled with joy, love, and family. I found myself kneeling in front of my Mistress, Kitty Skatt, feeling anything but joyful. In fact, my heart was pounding in my chest, my palms were sweaty, and my breathing was fast and shallow. But I knew my place. I was her toilet slave, and today she had chosen me to take her dirty business.
"Merry Christmas, my little toilet slave," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. I tried to swallow the lump forming in my throat as she gazed down at me with her piercing green eyes. "My Goddess ass needs a big fat nasty dump, and I don't want to use the toilet. I want a nice warm obedient slave to take care of it instead."
My heart sank into my stomach. This was it. I was chosen. "I am honored to serve you, Mistress," I whispered, my voice barely audible. She chuckled softly, a dark, seductive sound that sent shivers down my spine.
"Good boy," she said, running her tongue across her full lips. "Now, I want you to sit on your knees in front of me like the obedient slave you are."
I did as I was told, lowering myself onto my knees and bowing my head in submission. "Your wish is my command, Mistress."
The anticipation was killing me. I could feel the heat rising between my legs as I waited for my Mistress to relieve herself. I knew this wasn't going to be easy, but I had to be strong for her. I had to do everything she asked of me, no matter how demeaning or humiliating it might be.
"My bowels are desperately trying to release," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "I don't feel like using the toilet today. I want a nice warm obedient slave instead."
My heart raced even faster as she continued to tease me. "I choose you," she said, her voice dropping an octave. "You have the honor of being my toilet servant today."
I swallowed hard, feeling her gaze burning into me. This was it. I was about to experience the ultimate humiliation. My Mistress was going to take a shit in front of me, and I was going to have to clean it up.
"I command you to open your mouth wide," she said, her voice taking on a new authority. I did as I was told, parting my lips as far as I could. "You're going to get a very special Christmas dinner this year."
I felt her weight shift, and I braced myself for what was about to come. She moaned, a deep, primal moan that told me she was about to release. "As you await your meal," she whispered, "I'm going to tease you and myself by trying my absolute best to hold in my massive shit."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She was actually going to try and hold her shit in just to torture me? I felt my cock begin to harden, even as my stomach churned with nausea.
"You see my smelly nasty thick poo being pushed out and sucked in from my asshole," she purred, her voice dripping with delight. "It's all for you, my little slave."
Finally, she couldn't hold it in anymore. With one last groan, she let loose a massive turd, filling the air with the stench of shit and piss. It landed right in front of me, splattering my face and chest. "Happy Christmas, my toilet slave," she said, a wicked grin spreading across her lips.
I couldn't move. I was frozen in shock, my senses reeling from the intensity of the moment. Kitty Skatt, my Goddess, had just taken a massive shit on me. And I was supposed to clean it up.
"Bad boy," she said, her voice soft yet stern. "You shall please the Goddess by taking it all, even though it smells and tastes so strong and pungent."
Slowly, I lowered my mouth to the offending mass, my lips parting slightly to accommodate it. I could feel it pushing against the back of my throat, threatening to make me gag. But I didn't gag. I just gave in, letting the filth enter my mouth and down my throat.
Kitty Skatt watched intently as I performed my humiliating task. Her eyes were ablaze with satisfaction, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal at the sight of her. She was my Mistress, and I would do anything for her.
When I had finally finished, my stomach churning with nausea, she smiled and clapped her hands together. "Good boy," she said. "Now, finish your meal."
Reluctantly, I lowered my mouth to her asshole again, this time taking the last piece of her shit into my mouth. My eyes watered, and my throat burned, but I didn't stop. I had to please her, even if it meant sacrificing my own body.
When I finally pulled away, Kitty Skatt grinned. "Now, clean up the mess you made with your tongue," she commanded.
I took a deep breath and bent forward, using my tongue to scrape the remaining bits of shit from her skin. It was degrading, humiliating, but I did it without complaint. This was my duty, my purpose. And I would fulfill it to the best of my abilities.
