As I walked into my room, I couldn't help but feel relieved. I had just taken the biggest, messiest dump of my life, and now it was time for my loyal human septic tank to enjoy his lucky day - lunch served on a plate, direct from my divine goddess ass! I knew he would be eagerly awaiting my commands, likely already kneeling in front of my closet door, tongue hanging out in anticipation.
Sure enough, there he was. His pathetic little form curled up in the dark corner of my shoe closet, completely at my mercy. I chuckled to myself as I knelt down and unlocked the door, revealing the unwashed rubber boots I'd worn earlier that day. "Get up, loser," I commanded, my voice echoing through the small space.
With a whimper, he crawled out onto the ground, his face covered in slobber and drool. His eyes were brimming with excitement and terror, unsure of what was about to come next. "Clean my ass," I declared, pointing at the tight little hole still untouched by his tongue. "I shit all over my boots, and you get to clean it up before you even get a taste of what's in store."
He hesitated for a moment before leaning forward, his tongue darting out to lick at the dirt and grime coating my asshole. I couldn't help but let out a small yelp of surprise as he licked my inner thighs too roughly, but I held back any real reaction. After all, this was just what he deserved for being my loyal toilet.
Once my asshole was clean enough, I yanked him back by his filthy hair and forced him to look me in the eye. "Now," I growled menacingly, "it's time for you to worship my shit." I smirked down at him, reveling in the fear written across his face as I held off on giving him the next instruction.
Finally, I spoke again: "Get on your hands and knees." He didn't need to be told twice - he immediately dropped down onto the floor, his tongue hanging out as he eagerly awaited further instruction. I raised one foot, thrusting it towards his quivering face. "Suck on my toes," I ordered with a laugh.
As I watched him begin to lick and suckle at my dirty foot, I couldn't help but feel a sense of power wash over me. He was so pathetic, and yet he loved every second of it. I allowed him to pleasure my feet for what felt like an eternity, all while taunting him with threats of violence if he ever tried to leave my service.
Eventually, I grew bored and decided it was time to move things along. "You're lucky today, toilet," I purred, pulling my foot away from his greedy mouth. "You get to eat my shit." Without warning, I shoved my ass towards his face, the smell of fresh feces filling the tiny closet.
I watched in sick delight as he eagerly opened his mouth, tongue darting out to taste what was waiting for him. With a flick of my wrist, I pushed his face deeper into my shit-covered asshole and held him there as he began to gag. "Scoop some out," I commanded.
He reached into the mess with his hands, but I pushed them away. "With your tongue, toilet." I chuckled when he complied, watching as he struggled to form spoonfuls of my precious shit with his tongue alone. It was truly a sight to behold.
Finally, when I was satisfied he'd gotten enough, I pulled him back by the hair again. "Suck on my foot," I ordered. I watched him switch between licking my excrement off his hands and bringing them up to his lips, savoring the taste that coated every inch of him. It was disgusting, but also incredibly arousing.
With a final push, I made him stick out his tongue and show me my shit. "Did you like that?" I asked with mock curiosity. "Because there's more where that came from." I smirked, pushing him down onto the ground once more.
As he lay there, eyes closed in what could only be pleasure mixed with revulsion, I felt a strange sense of pride creep up on me. After all, he was the one who had chosen this life. He was the one who worshipped me and my shit, no matter how many times I degraded him or made him taste filth.
With a shrug, I turned away and headed towards the living room, wondering what sort of humiliation I could cook up for him next. Behind me, I heard him humping the floor in excitement, his tongue poking out to taste whatever scent of shame might linger in my wake. The thought made me smile.
