It was a brisk morning and at the prestigious Black Tower, the home of Mistress Black, the shit slaves were already hard at work. They were a peculiar lot, these slaves; their whole existence revolved around the comfort of others' asses. Some even took pride in being entrusted with the filthiest of tasks. Their mistress had a reputation that preceded her, and the slaves knew it well—she was infamous for unleashing the foulest turds in the entire human bathroom.
Mistress Black stood there, resplendent in her favorite full-body black suit, looking every bit the powerful dominatrix that she was. She was wearing a sly smirk as she eyed her retinue of slaves. She knew exactly what would make her feel better today: a proper shit on a human toilet.
Seating herself comfortably on the massive golden throne that served as her toilet, Mistress Black felt her stomach rumble, and without warning, she let out a fetid fart. The foul odor wafted through the room, filling the air with its noxious stench. It washed over the slaves, and each of them squirmed in reaction to the smell.
In the corner of the room, a slave squirmed as well. He felt his senses being washed and shaken by the odor, but there was no turning back now. This was his duty, his calling—to clean up after his mistress and ensure her comfort at all times.
As he approached the throne, the slave couldn't help but wonder what awaited him. He had been on this job long enough to know that Mistress Black's stomach churned out some of the most disgusting loads imaginable. Still, he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride in his work. He was one of the best at what he did, and he knew it.
Reaching the throne, the slave knelt before it, his eyes locked onto his mistress's formidable rear. She leaned back slightly, tilting her hips up towards him, challenging him to take what was coming. He opened his mouth, preparing himself for the assault on his senses that was about to happen.
A sticky, brown tip emerged from between Mistress Black's cheeks, followed by a slim, sticky segment marked by the shape of her innards. The smell was overpowering, but the slave couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement run through him. This was his job—to clean up after his mistress no matter what she did.
Opening his mouth even wider, the slave landed the shit perfectly on his mouth. He patted it flat against his face, feeling the warm, sticky mass coating his skin. It was both sticky and a bit dry at the same time—a sure sign that it had been held in for at least a day.
Smirking down at her toilet slave, Mistress Black felt her stomach settle. She had already emptied her bowels, and now she felt much better. Looking down at the slave, she saw him nibbling at the shit, his tongue working it into a paste. It was time for him to start swallowing.
"Well done, slave," she purred, her voice a thunderous rumble in the room. "Now let's see if you can handle the rest of it."
The slave nodded, his mouth now overflowing with the tangy, foul taste of his mistress's shit. He had cleaned up after her countless times before, but every time was a test of his stomach's endurance. Yet still, he couldn't help but feel a sick sort of thrill as he began to swallow Mistress Black's mighty load.
