As I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, I couldn't help but feel the familiar and insistent urge to empty my bowels and bladder. I may have been human on the outside, but my inner desires leaned heavily towards the kinky and taboo. I took a long drag of my cigarette and let out a slow stream of smoke while contemplating the task at hand.
My slave was waiting for me, kneeling at the edge of the toilet, his face just inches away from where I would relieve myself. His name was Shiteater, and he had willingly taken up the task of satisfying my every dirty need. His mouth was already hanging open in anticipation, his eyes focused on my figure in the mirror.
Slowly, I unzipped my pants and let them drop to the floor, revealing my bare ass and pussy to him. He licked his lips, unable to hide his lustful gaze. I took another drag of my cigarette and exhaled directly into his eagerly waiting mouth.
"Stay there, slave," I commanded him. "Don't move until I've finished."
With that, I squatted over the filthy toilet, my pussy lips glistening with anticipation. As I felt the first fat turd begin to form inside me, I remembered that Shiteater enjoyed watching me defecate as much as he enjoyed cleaning it up. So, I leaned back slightly and presented myself to him, giving him a clear view of what was about to come.
The first spurt of shit landed on his waiting tongue and he eagerly lapped it up, sucking on my clit for good measure. I let out a moan of pleasure as he worked his magic, making sure to cover his face and chest with his own filth. When he finished cleaning my pussy, I lifted him up by his hair and smeared his face with a fresh spurt of diarrhea.
Satisfied with his work thus far, I moved on to the main event: taking a shit on my slave. As the first turd slipped out of me, I aimed it directly at his eagerly waiting mouth. He tried to catch it, but it was too big and heavy for him to handle. It landed with a satisfying splat on the toilet floor, coating his face with a fresh layer of shit.
I continued to release my waste onto him, marveling at how devoted he was to his task. When I was finally finished, I looked down and saw that my slave was covered head to toe in a thick layer of feces and urine. I grinned wickedly and pulled him back up to my level.
"Well, well," I said, running my fingers through the filth coating his hair and face. "Looks like you've got quite a mess on your hands."
He looked up at me, his eyes full of love and devotion, even as they were filled with tears from the shit and piss that stung them.
"What are you, slave?" I asked him, pushing his face back into the mess. "A goddamned toilet brush?"
He whimpered softly, his body shaking with humiliation and desire.
"You're nothing but a glorified cleaning tool to me," I continued, grabbing handfuls of his hair and pressing them against his face. "And I'm going to have to wash this filth off me now. Do you have any idea how much harder it is to clean yourself when you've got a little shit minion clinging to every inch of you?"
He shook his head, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Maybe next time I'll just let you soak in it," I mused aloud, tapping away at the excess filth clinging to my skin. "See how long you can last before you start to rot."
I laughed and pushed him away, shaking my head in disgust. As I rinsed off the rest of the mess, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride in my creation. My slave was truly unique - not only because he loved being covered in my feces and urine, but because he was entirely devoted to meeting my every need, no matter how degrading or dirty. It was both irresistible and intoxicating, and I knew that I would never be able to let him go.
