Each morning, I awaken with a mixture of nervous anticipation and sheer excitement. Today is the day my beloved Mistress comes to visit! We have an unusual arrangement - one that fills my heart with both pleasure and pain. She has taken control of my life completely, as she deserves, but there's one thing she does that makes me melt into a puddle of submission: She shits on me.
I am her toilet slave, and I love it!
As the doorbell rings, I quickly descend the stairs to greet her, my cock already hardening in my pants at the thought of her impending arrival. My arranged smile meets her eyes as she sweeps in, her long legs stepping over my humble form to enter.
"Ah, good morning, my love." She smirks down at me, her high heels clicking on the marble floor as she strides through the hallway. "Have you missed me?"
"Oh, yes, Mistress," I reply eagerly, "I have missed you terribly."
Without further ado, she turns around, hiking her skirt up to reveal her perfect ass covered only by a pair of tight panties. Then comes the command I've been waiting for: "Prepare yourself, slave. You're first in line for some of my gourmet shit."
My heart beats faster as I obediently crawls towards her, unfastening her panties and pulling them down to expose her glistening asshole. She's been drinking lots of coffee and eating spicy food - today's delivery is going to be excellent!
Without warning, she moans loudly and unloads onto my outstretched tongue, filling my mouth with hot, steaming excrement. I can taste her meal as I swallow, relishing every drop. She isn't done yet, though; she grinds her hips against my face, forcing more and more of her fecal treasure into my mouth until I can't take any more. When she finally pulls away, I'm left panting with desire for more.
"Well done, slave." Her smile is triumphant as she pulls her panties back up and straightens her dress. "Now, what else can I use you for today?"
As the hours pass, I'm put through my paces: cleaning up her piss and shit, licking her asshole clean, and even wearing her discarded underwear like a collar around my neck. All the while, she takes great pleasure in ordering me around, making crass and humiliating remarks that would make most men cringe. But not me - I revel in every word, every insult. I know my place, and I love every second of it.
Finally, it's time for our bath together. She sits on the bathroom vanity, looking like a goddess as she poops directly into the tub. I kneel beside her, watching in awe as stream after stream of smelly brown turds leaves her body. As soon as she's done, I waste no time in scooping them up with my hands, rubbing them all over my body, and tasting them from her anus. I can't help but moan with pleasure as I do so.
She laughs, a deep throaty chuckle that sends shivers down my spine. "You're such a disgusting little shit-eater," she teases, leaning in close to whisper in my ear. "But I love you for it."
Her words are like honey on my ears, sweetening the bitter taste of her feces. After our bath, it's time for our culminating act: sex. She rides me hard, grinding her hips against mine as she pants out commands. My cock, hard and throbbing, finally finds release deep within her as we both climax together.
Exhausted but happy, I collapse into bed next to her later that night. As I drift off to sleep, I can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. But one thing I know for sure: however degrading or humiliating the tasks may be, I will take them all with open arms. Because being my Mistress' toilet slave is the greatest honor of my life.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
