Written by: DirtyMaryan
Erotic story starts here
As Maryan watched her new toilet slave kneel before her, anticipation coursed through her veins. She had spent weeks training him, getting him ready for his new role in life - her personal human toilet. And now, the moment had finally arrived.
"Here you are, my new toilet slave," she purred, her tone thick with both lust and domination. "Ready to eat my waste?"
The slave remained silent, his wide eyes fixed on Maryan's lithe form. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as she approached him, her every step echoing across the meticulously clean room.
"I really have the urge to shit right now," she continued, her voice taking on a playful, teasing quality. "But first, I wanted to have a little talk with you."
Maryan paused, reaching up to run a hand through her long, silky hair. The slave watched her every move, his body tense with growing anticipation.
"I'll probably be the first - and only - time I'll talk to you," she said, her voice lowering to a husky whisper. "Because, after all... you are just a toilet."
With those words, Maryan moved even closer to her new servant, leaning in until their bodies were almost touching. The slave could feel the heat emanating from her pores, an intoxicating aura of power and control that sent shivers down his spine.
"Let me tell you about my rules," she purred, her breath hot against his ear. "And what's gonna happen in your new life as a toilet."
Maryan paused again, savoring the moment, the power she held over her new plaything. Slowly, she turned to face him fully, her beautiful features locked in a determined, almost predatory glare.
"Remember that you agreed to be my toilet," she growled, dangerously close to losing control. "There is no turning back! You are a human toilet... for life!"
With that final word, Maryan exploded into motion, lashing out with an astonishing speed and precision. Before the slave could even register what was happening, she had him pinned to the floor, her bare foot pressed firmly against his throat. He could feel himself starting to black out, the world spinning dangerously out of control.
"I am ready to empty my bowels right in your wide-open mouth," she hissed, her voice honey-sweet and razor-sharp. "On your nasty face!"
As the slave struggled for breath, Maryan leaned closer still, her face mere inches from his. He could feel her hot, broiling breath against his cheek, the intoxicating scent of her arousal filling his nostrils.
"I'm constipated," she whispered, her voice trembling with barely contained excitement. "And you can hear me moan as I push. It's my first poop in nine days! My asshole is burning so bad!"
With those words, Maryan leaned even further forward, pressing her swollen, distended anus against the slave's quivering lips. He could feel the heat radiating off her as she hummed softly, her muscles tense with anticipation.
"Use your tongue to make me forget the pain," she crooned, her voice now little more than a whisper. "Lick me clean!"
She paused for a moment, her body shuddering with pleasure as she felt the slave's eager tongue exploring her most intimate places. Finally, with one last rush of adrenaline, she let go, collapsing back onto her heels as a torrent of hot liquid and solid waste gushed forth from her body.
"Put your tongue inside," she growled, her voice a low, menacing rumble. "Check if there is still something there."
The slave did as he was told, his tongue darting deep into Maryan's gaping rectum, searching for any remaining fragments of feces. As he worked, he could feel her body trembling with excitement, the heady aroma of her arousal filling his senses.
"Eat all my delicious shit," she commanded, her voice now a deep, sensual purr. "And drink my piss from now on. You will only eat my shit and drink my piss from now on."
With those words, Maryan leaned back, opening her mouth wide to reveal two large, glistening orbs. The slave didn't hesitate, diving greedily between her lips, his tongue lapping up every drop of her intoxicating essence. As he drank, he felt a deep, primal satisfaction wash over him, the realization that he was now truly her toilet, a slave to her most intimate desires.
As the slave continued to drink and cleanse Maryan, she sat back, a satisfied smile playing across her lips. She could feel the power coursing through her veins, the sheer thrill of having total control over another human being. For the first time in a long while, Maryan felt truly alive.
