The young Chinese man named Jian couldn't believe what he had done. He had pushed his beloved mistress, Ms. Ling, onto the floor of their bathroom in a fit of passion and, before he could stop himself, he had rammed his greedy cock deep inside her ass. The feeling was incredible, but he knew that he had crossed a line.
As Ms. Ling lay motionless on the cold tiles, her breath coming in ragged gasps, Jian struggled to compose himself. He knew that he had to clean up the mess they had made, but he also knew that she would be furious with him. With trembling hands, he picked up the small toilet brush and began to scrub at the stains on the floor.
Hours later, when he was finally finished, Jian couldn't bring himself to face Ms. Ling. He knew that she would be angry and disappointed in him, and he couldn't bear the thought of her displeasure. Instead, he crept quietly out of the room and made his way to the kitchen.
He found himself drawn to the pantry, where he rummaged through the cabinets until he found a small plastic bin liner. With shaking hands, he tore open the bag and began to scoop up handfuls of the dried shit that littered the bottom of the pantry. He didn't know why he was doing it; it was just something inside him that compelled him to collect it all.
Finally, with the bag filled to bursting, Jian dragged it back to their bathroom. He set it down carefully beside the toilet and, for the first time in hours, allowed himself a small smile. He had a plan.
The next morning, Jian woke up early and crept back into the bathroom. He felt a strange mix of excitement and dread as he prepared breakfast for Ms. Ling. He had spent the entire night dreaming about tasting her shit, and now he was finally going to get his chance.
With trembling hands, he opened the bag and took out a handful of the dried shit. He could already imagine the taste buds on his tongue tingling in anticipation. He carefully divided the shit into small piles, using the fork and spoon that he had found in the drawer.
Finally, once he had arranged everything to his satisfaction, Jian stepped back and waited. He heard a soft groan from the other room and then the sound of footsteps approaching. His heart was racing in his chest as Ms. Ling pushed open the door and stepped into the room.
She looked around, confusion written on her face, and then her eyes fell on the small table that stood in front of the toilet. Slowly, she walked over to the table and blinked in surprise when she saw what he had done.
"Breakfast is served, Mistress," Jian said, his voice trembling with excitement. He watched as she hesitated, torn between revulsion and curiosity, before slowly reaching out and picking up the fork and spoon. With a trembling hand, she took a small bite of the shit-covered spoon and, to his surprise, she didn't spit it out.
Instead, she closed her eyes and took another bite. Jian watched in amazement as she ate his shit-covered breakfast, moaning softly with each bite. When she had finished, she turned to him and smiled, a small flutter of pleasure in her eyes.
"You have prepared this for me?" she asked, her voice soft with astonishment. Jian nodded eagerly, his heart hammering in his chest. "Then you will have to eat it too," she said, and his heart sank. But as she reached down and drew him close, he realized that he wasn't upset. Instead, he felt a strange sense of contentment and joy.
They sat together on the small stool in front of the toilet, their faces smeared with each other's shit as they ate their breakfast. Jian had never felt so close to anyone in his life, and he knew that he would do anything for her. He would be her toilet slave, her shit eating pet, for as long as she wanted him.
And as they sat there, faces coated in each other's filth, he realized that he had never been happier. He was hers, completely and irrevocably, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
