This morning, as I sat on the toilet in my opulent bathroom, my stomach was in turmoil. The previous night's indulgence in sushi had not agreed with me, and I knew what was coming. With a splash, a massive liquid diarrhea erupted from deep within my bowels. It was a bright yellowish color, steaming hot, and it flowed copiously onto the porcelain below.
I had never felt this much pressure building up inside me before. It was as if my intestines were being wrung out like a wet cloth. Shivering now, I pulled down my panties and prepared to sit on the toilet. But then an idea came to me. I had a slave who was supposed to be at my beck and call, and what could be more disgusting or humiliating for him than to receive my massive, liquid shit?
Swiftly, I grabbed my phone and dialed his number. He answered on the first ring, his voice trembling with excitement and anticipation. "Yes, Mistress?" he said, already knowing what was coming.
"Get over here," I commanded. "Right now."
There was a pause, and then the lock clicked on my bathroom door. He entered, his head bowed low in submission. I could tell from his trembling that he knew what was about to happen. He had never taken my shit when it was this liquid or this bright yellow in color.
"Kneel next to the toilet, face up," I said, my voice cold and hard. He obeyed instantly, his body tense as he awaited his fate. I straddled myself over him, my ass hovering just above his open mouth. "Rim me," I ordered, and he did as he was told, his tongue snaking out to trace the edges of my anus, opening me up.
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then, with one powerful thrust, I released the pent-up mass of liquid excrement that had been building up inside me. It shot straight into his mouth with tremendous force, forcing him back onto the floor as he struggled not to choke on my diarrhea.
As I continued to empty myself onto his face and into his open mouth, I watched with satisfaction as he struggled valiantly to swallow every drop. His face was already covered in the intense yellow liquid, and more and more of it poured down, forcing him to open his mouth even wider.
When I finally stopped, he lay there panting, his face and hair plastered with the brown-yellow paste that was once me. I reached down and grabbed his cock, feeling how hard it was beneath his trousers. It seemed that despite his horror and humiliation, he was still turned on by the thought of being my toilet slave.
With one hand, I stroked him gently, guiding him towards orgasm. As he neared climax, I increased my speed and pressure, teasing him mercilessly. Just as he was about to burst, I stopped, leaving him throbbing and aching with desire that I had cruelly denied him.
I stood up, wiping my ass with some toilet paper, not even bothering to flush. "Clean yourself up," I commanded, gesturing towards the mess on the floor. "And don't forget to lick every last drop off the floor."
With that, I left him there, trembling and ashamed, his face and clothes stained with my filth. But even as he began to clean himself, I knew he was already thinking about the next time he would be privileged enough to serve as my human toilet. It was a twisted, disgusting game, but we both got off on it in our own way.
