Long Turds: Toilet slave IV
The room was dimly lit, and there was an unmistakable odor of feces in the air. It had been hours since the toilet slave had last been fed, and his stomach was rumbling, aching for release.
Suddenly, the door to the chamber opened, and a beautiful Asian woman stepped inside. She was wearing a provocative outfit that left little to the imagination - a tiny black thong and nothing else. In her hands, she held a large bowl of what looked like fruits and vegetables, laughing softly as she surveyed the man chained to the floor before her.
"It's time for your meal, slave," she purred in a sultry voice, her accent thick and exotic. The toilet slave's mouth watered at the sight of food, but he knew better than to show any eagerness.
"Do as I say, and maybe I'll let you taste," the woman taunted, flicking her wrist as she tossed the food towards him. He gagged on the strong smell, realizing too late that it wasn't just fruits and vegetables in the bowl - there were also several long, thin strips of raw meat mixed in.
Trying to mask his revulsion, he slowly picked up one of the strips of meat and held it between his teeth like a dog, waiting for further instructions. The woman's eyes gleamed with amusement before she clapped her hands together playfully.
"Excellent," she praised, lingering over each syllable. "Now, let's see how well you perform today."
Without further warning, she squatted down on the floor right in front of him, her lithe body blocking his view of anything except the round, plump cheeks of her ass. She extended one slender leg outwards, resting her foot on the tip of one of the chairs that flanked them on either side. Then, she began to eat - slowly, methodically, and with obvious relish.
The toilet slave could feel his heart racing as he watched her consume the food, his stomach churning with both hunger and anticipation. After what felt like an eternity, she finished eating, pushing herself back up onto her feet with a satisfied smile.
"Well done," she purred again, her breath warm against his face. And then, without warning, she turned and lowered herself back down into a squat, this time positioning herself directly above him so that her puckered asshole was directly in his line of sight.
"It's your turn now, slave," she said, flexing her muscles as if inviting him to drink in the sight of her glistening anus. The toilet slave closed his eyes and prepared himself for what would surely be the most degrading act yet.
When he opened them again, he saw the same smoldering look of anticipation on her face, and without further instruction, she slipped one hand between her legs, beckoning him towards her dripping wet folds. He could smell the tangy musk of her arousal, mixed with the earthier scent of feces, and it filled his nostrils like a drug, making him lightheaded with desire.
As he lowered his head, he prayed that he would be able to contain himself long enough to please his mistress, knowing full well that failure would mean certain punishment. With one final push, she pressed her steaming hot ass against his face, grinding her hips against his mouth as she began to take slow, deep breaths of her own.
It was then that he felt it - a warm, soft mass pressing against his lips, urging him forward. Without hesitation, he opened wide, allowing the first tender turd to slide into his waiting mouth. It tasted of spices and sweat, but also of her - rich, earthy, and intoxicating.
He worked his tongue around the turd, savoring every bitter taste, as she moaned in encouragement above him. The air was thick with the smell of excrement, but he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of power and submission as he devoured her waste before him.
When she finally pulled away, leaving behind a stringy trail of shit on his chin, she beamed down at him with pride. "Excellent work, slave," she purred, stroking his hair gently. "You may rest now."
With that, she turned and walked out of the room, leaving him alone to clean himself up as best he could in the dim light. But even as he wiped the last traces of her waste from his skin, he knew that he would do anything she asked just to be near her again.
