Love to Shit Girls - My Toilet Slave
As the sun began to set on the bustling city, I found myself alone in my luxurious penthouse apartment. I was in the mood for some indulgence and had already prepared a feast for myself - a pile of sushi, a bottle of fine wine, and my personal favorite, a clean, snug toilet bowl.
I am a woman who enjoys the finer things in life, and one of those things happens to be taking a shit. It is not just a biological necessity for me; it is a sensual experience that I relish. There's something about the warmth, the intimacy, and the aroma that turns me on.
So, as I sat on my throne, I found myself craving company. I didn't want just anyone to witness my private ritual; I wanted someone who would appreciate it as much as I do. That's when it occurred to me - I needed a toilet slave.
I took out my phone and browsed through several online profiles, looking for the perfect candidate. I had certain requirements: they had to be clean, submissive, and willing to do anything for their mistress. After some searching, I found him - a young man with droopy eyes and a sheepish grin in his profile picture. He seemed like the perfect fit.
I messaged him, and much to my delight, he responded immediately. We agreed on a meeting time and place. I waited anxiously, wondering what he would be like in person.
When he arrived, I was immediately struck by his nervous demeanor. He kept glancing down at his feet and fidgeting with his hands. But when I spoke to him, his eyes lit up, and he seemed genuinely excited about the prospect of serving me.
I led him to my bathroom, where I sat on the toilet and motioned for him to kneel beside me. His face turned a shade of red as he looked at me expectantly. "I am your toilet slave," I said, my voice soft but commanding. "I will shit, and you will clean it. Do you understand?"
He nodded eagerly, and I knew then that I had made the right choice. I let out a contented sigh as I began to take a shit, feeling the warmth spread through my body. I watched as he leaned in closer, his eyes fixed on my ass.
As I finished, I sat up and pushed the toilet paper over to him. "Now clean it," I said, my voice a whisper. He nodded again and began to clean my asshole thoroughly, licking every inch of it clean. The sensation was electrifying, and I found myself moaning softly.
After he was done, I stood up and pushed him onto his back, straddling him. I lowered my ass onto his face, letting him taste the residual flavor of my shit. His tongue began to move, lapping at my asshole like a hungry dog. I leaned forward, supporting myself on his shoulders, and let out a long, satisfied fart.
As I sat back up, I saw the look of pure bliss on his face. I grinned, feeling a sense of power and control course through my veins. "Good boy," I said, reaching down to pat his head. "Now, go and fetch me some more sushi."
I watched as he scurried out of the room, eager to please his new mistress. I leaned back against the cool tiles of the wall, my heart racing. I knew that I had found something special in him - a loyal subject who would do anything for me, no matter how depraved or degrading. And as I reflect on our encounter, I can't help but smile, knowing that our twisted love affair was just beginning.
