English Translation:
In the first part of the video, you can see me lying on my back with my legs spread apart. My face contorts into an expression of discomfort and pain as I push to expel the shit from my body. Slowly but surely, a large turd slithers out from between my cheeks. As it finally emerges, I let out a sigh of relief mixed with satisfaction.
I continue to push until another, softer shit comes out of my divine asshole. This time, it's not as painful, and I let out soft moans of pleasure instead of pained ones. The cool air on my sensitive skin sends shivers down my spine as I gradually relax back into the feeling of emptiness inside me.
My attention shifts back to the camera as I realize what's coming next. A wave of nausea washes over me at the thought of what I'm about to do, but I steel myself against it. I know that this is part of the training; to break down my reservations and make me truly just a toilet for Maryan.
With trembling hands, I reach towards the warm, smooth turd sitting between my legs. It's still steaming hot from my body heat, and the acrid smell hits me hard. My stomach churns in protest, but I ignore it. Maryan watches on intently as I slowly lift the turd towards my face. My mouth opens obediently, and I taste the bitter, metallic flavor of my own shit. It coats my tongue and lingers on the edges of my mouth, but I don't gag. I swallow obediently, feeling the strange satisfaction of knowing that this is what Maryan wants from me.
"That's it, slave," Maryan's voice whispered in my ear. "You're doing so well." She reaches down and gently prods the remaining bits of shit still clinging to my skin. "Eat this too. Every last bit must go into your dirty mouth."
Reluctantly but obediently, I reach out and grab any remaining traces of shit. I cram them into my mouth, willing myself not to gag on the foul taste. Maryan watches, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as she sees that I'm truly becoming what she wants me to be.
"Good job, slave," she murmurs softly, her cool fingers trailing softly down my cheeks. "Now let's see if you can take the next step."
She reaches between our bodies and grabs my cock, pulling it closer to her. I tense instinctively, but she shakes her head, her brow furrowing in annoyance. "No, no, slave," she hisses. "You can't cum until you taste my ass. Understand?"
I nod wordlessly, my heart pounding in anticipation of what she's going to make me do next. She smiles cruelly, her lips curling into a mocking smile. "Good boy. Now, get ready to taste the ultimate indulgence of the Filthiest Queen."
With those words, Maryan shoves my face against her asshole, her finger crooked and digging into my face. I open my mouth obediently, breathing in the sharp, unfamiliar scent of her anus. My tongue darts out tentatively, tasting the slick warmth of her ass. It's different from my own shit, cleaner and milder, but still strangely pleasurable.
"That's it, slave," she hisses. "Taste every last bit of my divine ass. You'll be addicted to it before you know it."
I can feel the heat building up in my body, the familiar tingle of arousal stirring deep within me. It's wrong, it's disgusting, but I can't deny that it feels good. As I lick and suck on Maryan's asshole, feeling her walls clench around my tongue and teeth, I know that I'm falling deeper into her control.
Around me, the room is dark and the air thick with the scent of shit and sex. I can still see the trail of shit leading away from Maryan's body, and part of me wants to wipe it away. But another part, a much stronger part, tells me that this is where I belong. This is what I was made for - to be Maryan's toilet, to clean up after her, to taste her ass.
As the feeling of arousal builds within me, I know that I can't hold out much longer. I want to cum, I need to cum, but I also know that it's not allowed until Maryan says so. With trembling hands, I reach down and start stroking my own cock, my breath coming in short gasps.
And then, without warning, Maryan's voice breaks the silence. "Cum, slave," she says softly. "Cum on my ass. Let your dirty cum mix with my divine filth."
I groan, feeling the pleasure build to a climax. My cock throbs in my hand, the head swollen and aching with need. And then I feel the warmth of Maryan's ass on my tongue, the first, faint traces of her cum. I shudder violently, arching my back as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.
"Yes!" Maryan cries out, her voice echoing through the room. "Feel it, slave! Feel the power of my filth claiming your soul!"
Finally, spent and satisfied, I collapse back onto the floor, panting heavily. Around me, there's silence, broken only by the sound of my own ragged breathing. I feel a strange, inexplicable contentment washing over me. I know that from now on, I'll always be Maryan's toilet. Her filthy plaything. And yet, somehow, I don't mind.
