Mistress Sabina laid down on her lavish, heated toilet seat, peering down at her naked slave who lay prostrate beneath her. His eyes were fixed on her, a mix of fear and desire shining through as he anxiously awaited his mistress's next command. His mouth was already agape, a messy mixture of her previous excretions coating the inside of his mouth and stark white teeth. The stench of her feces clung to him like a halo, a sweet smell of total submission that she reveled in.
With a smirk, Mistress Sabina closed her eyes and focused. She'd been holding back most of the day, and her bowels were packed full with a mixture of undigested food and her own juices. She wiggled her perfect, perfectly shaved bottom, feeling the pressure build up and the need to empty herself grow intense. Slowly, she lowered herself onto the toilet, feeling the warmth seep through her as her weight settled onto the slave's outstretched tongue.
"Feed me, slave," she commanded in a low, husky voice, pushing her backside out and aiming her anus directly at his face. Her beautiful behind glisten with a thin layer of sweat, mixing with the essence of her imminent excrement. "Swallow every last drop, every thread of my shit."
The slave nodded eagerly, his tongue darting out, trying desperately to cleanse his mouth of the lingering taste and odor of her earlier deposits. As she released, a hot, putrid torrent gushed out of her ass, coating his eager tongue and shocking him with its overwhelming flavor. She grunted, her hips thrusting up and down in rhythm with his desperate efforts to consume her offering.
"Mmm, good boy," she purred, reaching down with one hand to stroke the back of his head, the other gripping his throbbing cock. "Take more, it doesn't matter how much you've already got, finish me off, make me feel empty."
And so he did, his mouth filling with the repulsive taste of his mistress's shit, her shit that he loved so much. The more there was, the more he wanted, and he knew that this was his purpose in life. To be used, abused, and consumed by Mistress Sabina. He was her living toilet, her personal wastebin, and he wouldn't have had it any other way.
"That's a good little toilet," she giggled, her breath hot against his cheek as she leaned in close. She pulled her hand away from his mouth, leaving a trail of saliva and shit behind, calling his attention to his disgusting task. "Now, let's see if you've got any manners left."
With that, she pushed him onto his back, straddling his chest. She leaned in close, her sweat-slick skin pressing against his, and whispered in his ear. "Chew and swallow every last piece of cake, slave. Don't let a single crumb remain."
And so he did, forcing down her leftover treats, feeling the mix of chocolate and crumbs blend with the salty taste of his own vomit. He licked his lips, swallowing again and again until he felt nothing but the warmth of her faeces in his belly. Mistress Sabina smiled down at him, satisfied with her disgusting creation beneath her.
"Very good, toilet," she whispered, running her fingers through his hair as she stood up. "You've pleased me today."
She walked away without a word, leaving him there on the cold tiles, his body trembling with exhaustion and arousal. He couldn't help but feel grateful, knowing that he had the honor of being chosen by Mistress Sabina to be her personal waste receptacle. Today had been a good day.
