The 50th Time Shit: An Erotic Story of Female Dominance and Humiliation
Mistress Michelle sat on the edge of the bathroom sink, leaning back against the mirror with her arms crossed. She wore a pink, lacy bra and panty set that contrasted starkly with her dominant demeanor. Her brown eyes glinted as she watched her toilet slave enter the room, his head bowed in submission. Today marked the 50th time she had made him consume shit from her toilet bowl.
The slave stopped just inside the door, eyes fixed on his mistress's formidable figure. His cock twitched beneath his loose cotton shorts, aching for attention. But first, he must fulfill his mistress's orders. He knew better than to disobey her.
Slowly, Mistress Michelle stood up, towering over him. She sauntered over to the toilet, eyes never leaving his. The slave swallowed nervously as his mistress approached, anticipating what was to come.
With a sickening squelch, Mistress Michelle pushed the plunger down into the toilet, creating a mountain of fresh shit that stank up the room. She turned back to face him, grinning wickedly. "Time to eat, toilet slave," she purred.
The slave steeled himself, trying to ignore the rancid smell filling his nostrils. He leaned over the toilet, pursing his lips as Mistress Michelle reached up and undid his shorts. She pushed them down, along with his underwear, revealing his hardening cock and hairy balls. His stomach churned at the thought of what was about to occur.
Mistress Michelle smiled cruelly, taking hold of his cock and balls in one rough hand. She squeezed him roughly, causing him to grunt in pain. "Enjoy this, toilet slave," she hissed in his ear. "Because after, you're going to be even more humiliated."
Before he could protest, Mistress Michelle grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back, forcing his mouth open. She spat into his mouth, filling it with her saliva. Then, grabbing a shovel from beside the toilet, she scooped up a handful of the steaming shit and thrust it into his open mouth.
"Swallow it all, toilet slave," she commanded, shoving another handful of shit down his throat. The repulsive taste of excrement and stale urine filled his mouth, making him gag and retch. But he forced himself to swallow, not daring to disobey her.
As he struggled to contain his nausea, Mistress Michelle continued to fill his mouth with more and more of the vile shit. She casually flicked some of it onto his face, letting it splatter onto his cheeks and nose. Finally, she grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head back, forcing the remaining shit down his throat.
By the time she was finished, the toilet slave was weak and shaking, tears streaming down his face. But Mistress Michelle wasn't done yet. She grabbed his head with both hands and turned it so that his face was pressed against her crotch. "Suck on this, toilet slave," she growled.
The slave hesitated, knowing what was coming. But he also knew that disobeying her would bring even more punishment. So, reluctantly, he opened his mouth and began to suck on his mistress's clit through her panties. She groaned in satisfaction, her hips bucking against his face.
As he suckled on her, the taste of piss and sweat filled his mouth. But he continued, knowing that this was his punishment for being her toilet slave. Finally, after what felt like hours, Mistress Michelle climaxed, her body shuddering as she took revenge over the sink.
She pulled her soiled underwear away from his face and grabbed his head, forcing him to look up at her. "Good boy," she purred, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Now, go clean yourself up and get ready for your next task."
The toilet slave knew better than to protest. He would obey his mistress, no matter how humiliating or degrading the task. Because in the end, his only purpose in life was to serve at her feet, to be her willing toilet slave.
