As I made my way back home after a long trip, I couldn't help but feel excited about the new gadget I had just purchased. No longer would I have to concern myself with finding a proper restroom when nature called; with my new portable commode chair, I could relieve myself wherever and whenever I pleased. In addition to its practicality, the chair also came with a detachable tray—perfect for collecting and containing any unwanted byproducts of my toilet breaks.
Satisfied with my purchase, I decided to put the chair to the test immediately. After some searching, I found the perfect slave for my first shit and piss experience. He was young, fit, and more than willing to obey my every command. He lay down on the cold floor, his eyes focused on me as I slowly lowered the commode chair over him. The anticipation was palpable in the air as I climbed up onto the chair, feeling it sway slightly beneath my weight.
Without further ado, I lowered my panties and began to take a massive shit into the attached tray. The black shit sausage was enormous, and as it slid out of me and into the tray, I couldn't help but feel a sense of power and control. There was no question who was in charge here.
Next, I urinated with all my might onto the slave's face, reaching down to spread the golden stream around his eyes and mouth. He let out a muffled moan as the warm piss dripped onto his tongue and down his throat. It was time for him to taste my dominance.
Satisfied with my initial offerings, I instructed the slave to open wide. He hesitated for a moment before obeying, revealing his trembling lips and tongue. I reached into the tray, grasping the shit sausage firmly between my fingers. With one swift motion, I forced it into his mouth, past his gag reflex and all the way to the back of his throat.
As he struggled to swallow my offering, I grabbed a nearby bucket and instructed him to pour the contents of a bottle of water over his head. The cold water combined with his saliva and the remnants of my piss created a slippery lubricant that facilitated the passing of the shit sausage. He made a disgusting gagging noise, then finally managed to swallow it whole.
I let out a low chuckle of satisfaction before ordering him to lick the floor clean. He moved forward on his knees, lapping up every last drop of piss and water that remained from our little ritual. When he was finished, he looked up at me, expecting further instructions.
"Now, it's time for you to pay me back for this meal," I said, my voice ringing with authority. "Take out your pathetic little cock and jerk off until you cum."
The slave obeyed without hesitation, positioning himself on all fours as he presented his pulsing cock to me. I watched as he stroked himself, his eyes filled with desperation and need. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally released a stream of hot cum onto the floor.
Satisfied with his performance, I climbed down from the chair and unbuckled it. The slave looked up at me, his face still coated in the backwash of our disgusting encounter. "Not too bad for your first time, slave," I said, smirking. "But next time, be sure to appreciate your mistress's generosity more thoroughly."
