As the afternoon sun shone down on the well-manicured lawn outside, I stepped out from my spacious mansion with a sense of displeasure etched on my face. I glared at the houseboy who had been tending to the garden, his back hunched over as he watered the overgrown plants. He looked up at me, his face twisted in fear as he noticed my frown.
"These plants are still dying, Timothy," I growled, irritation lacing my tone. "It seems like you're not doing your job properly. I've given you clear instructions to take care of them."
The young man, no more than 20 years old, bowed his head in submission. "I'm sorry, Ms. Taylor. I'll make sure to water them better from now on." His voice quivered with fear.
I grabbed him by his collar, yanking him closer to me. "It seems like words aren't getting through to you. You need a stronger form of punishment," I said, my eyes darkening with lust. I could feel a sly smirk curling on my lips as I considered what I was about to do.
Without warning, I bent him over the fountain near the garden. His legs spread awkwardly, his ass presented to me like a ripe fruit waiting to be plucked. I looked down at him, the smell of fear emanating from his pores, mixed with the earthy scent of freshly watered grass. "You're going to be my human toilet today," I declared, my voice cold and malicious.
He let out a whimper, struggling against my grip. But it was futile; the leash around his neck dragged him closer to the water's edge. I stood up, admiring my handiwork. Timothy's face was now level with my asshole, his eyes locked onto my ass cheeks. Slowly, I squeezed out a huge, golden watermelon-sized turd onto the ground beside him.
"Eat it," I commanded, a shiver of excitement running through my body. Timothy hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth wide, eyes widening in horror as his face came in contact with the warm, soft turd. I grabbed his hair, pushing his face deeper into the mess. He gagged as he forced down the first bite, then another, his throat working as he tried to swallow the rubbery mass.
I watched with a sense of pleasure as he struggled beneath me, swallowing my shit like a good little toilet slave. When he finished, I rewarded him with a pat on the head. "Good job, Timothy. Now you may go."
As he stumbled away from me, his face smeared with my excrement, I couldn't help but feel a surge of power course through my veins. This was just the beginning of his training. I had plans for him... plans that would make him my personal shit-eating toilet slave for as long as he lived under my roof.
