As I sat on the toilet feeling the warmth spread through my stomach, I knew I had to make a decision. Do I listen to my body and relieve myself, or do I give into the growing desire in my heart? It was a tough choice, but ultimately, I opted for both.
I leant back against the cool tiled wall and closed my eyes, taking a moment to relax. Slowly but surely, my bowels began to move, and I let out a small moan of relief as I felt my weight shift. The sensation of giving in to nature's call was both exhilarating and arousing, and I couldn't help but push myself further into the intimate act.
With each passing moment, I felt my body grow more in tune with the act of defecating, and soon enough, the first turd slid effortlessly out of my anus. It was small but significant, and with a newly found sense of confidence, I pushed out another. This time, it was bigger and more substantial, coated in a thick layer of my pussy's secretions.
As I watched in fascination, I couldn't help but issue instructions to my submissive partner. "Smell it," I commanded, already anticipating their reaction. "Tell me what it smells like."
With quivering hands, they reached toward the turd, hesitating for just a moment before inhaling deeply. "It... it smells like warm, sweet satisfaction," they whispered, their voice trembling with uncertainty and fear.
"That's right," I murmured approvingly. "Now touch it. Rub it between your fingers. Feel its smoothness, its texture. Don't forget to smear some of that pussy cream on your fingers."
They did as they were told, tentatively at first but gradually becoming more confident under my guidance. Their fingers sank into the warm, sticky substance, mixing it with the turd until it formed a single, cohesive mass. As they brought their fingers back to their nose, the smell intensified, a heady mixture of excrement and arousal.
"That's good," I purred, watching with eager anticipation as they lowered their face closer to the turd. "Now taste it. Put your finger in your mouth and taste the essence of my body."
With a shaky, hesitant hand, they reached up to their mouth, pausing just for a moment before they finally took the plunge. The turd slid into their mouth, hitting the back of their throat with a satisfying splat. They gagged, choked, but didn't stop, swallowing it down as I watched, my heartbeat racing with excitement.
"That's it," I encouraged, my voice barely above a whisper. "Keep going. Show me how much you want this."
And so they did, repeating the process over and over again, each time adding another layer of scatological intimacy to our shared experience. Meanwhile, I continued to push out more turds, coated in a thick layer of pussy cream, enjoying the feeling of abandonment and control that came with it.
As the minutes ticked by, I could feel myself starting to lose control, my body ready to explode with pleasure. I glanced down at them, watching as they hungrily consumed another turd, their face smeared with my creamy excrement. "Are you ready to cum?" I asked, my voice low and threatening.
They nodded eagerly, their fingers already working frantically at their own cock. "Yes, Mistress," they breathed, their voice straining with desire.
"Good girl," I murmured, my fingers sliding between my pussy lips as I began to stroke myself. "Look at all this pussy juice just waiting for you. Are you going to make me cum?"
"Yes, Mistress," they repeated, their eyes on my dripping pussy.
And with that, we gave in to our primitive urges, collapsing into a messy, orgasmic heap on the bathroom floor. Tears of joy and hysteria streamed down our faces as our bodies shuddered and convulsed, the taste of shit and pussy cream mingling on our tongues.
As I finally caught my breath, I leaned back against the wall, looking down at my submissive with newfound respect and adoration. "See?" I whispered, my voice still trembling with excitement. "That's what happens when you listen to your body, and you follow its desires. It can be so... satisfying."
