In the living room of a luxurious home, there was something unusual about it. It looked like any other living room, with plush sofas, a big-screen TV and artwork on the walls. But one thing that set it apart was the plastic cover over the carpet. The plastic was there to protect the carpet from getting damaged by the activities taking place in the room.
The mistress of this house was a true goddess, and she had trained her domestic slave to be her toilet slave, who was expected to consume her feces as if it were his highest honor. The slave knew his place and was determined to please his mistress, even if it meant eating her shit.
As the goddess walked into the room, she noticed that some of her shit had fallen on the floor. The slave, who was on his hands and knees, quickly crawled over to the droppings and started licking them up, like a faithful dog. He didn't want to upset his mistress and didn't complain about having to clean up after her.
She squatted down again and began to drop chunks of fresh shit onto his face and into his mouth. He received it eagerly, savoring the taste of his mistress's feces. It was a disgusting act, but to him, it was a sign of devotion and loyalty.
The goddess watched with satisfaction as her slave cleaned up the mess on the floor. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with adoration and gratitude. She smiled down upon him, knowing that she had complete control over him. He was hers, body and soul, and he would do anything she asked of him.
