In the morning, as Natalia awoke from her deep slumber, she felt an overwhelming urge to relieve herself. Moving swiftly, she ordered her personal shit eater, a man who had been trained to consume her feces, to lie down on the filthy floor of her bathroom. As she lowered herself onto the toilet bowl-urinal hybrid, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction knowing that her submissive would soon be at her beck and call.
The moment she released her bowels, a putrid stench filled the air as hot steaming turds filled the toilet bowl beneath her. She watched with detached amusement as her submissive struggled to contain his revulsion as the odor assaulted his nostrils. With relish, she spurred him on, demanding that he eat every last morsel of her shit.
Using the detached control panel by the side of the toilet, she lowered a transparent tube into the bowl, collecting a generous portion of her feces. She pushed the tube towards his face, teasing him by running her tongue along its length. As he opened his mouth in anticipation of his next humiliation, she positioned the tube so that her shit would be deposited directly into his mouth.
She could feel the resistance in his throat as he fought against the urge to gag, but she didn't let up. With forceful determination, she shoved her shit down his throat over and over again until he began to choke. Throwing her head back in unrestrained laughter, she grabbed his hair roughly and forced him to swallow every last bite of her excrement.
Satisfied with his submission, she released him, allowing him to catch his breath. His face was a mask of revulsion and shame, but he could do nothing but obey his mistress's wishes. As she stood up from the toilet bowl-urinal, her long legs glistening with the remnants of her waste, she felt a twinge of pleasure at knowing that she held the power to reduce this once proud man to such a pathetic state.
"Good job, toilet shit eater," she purred as she approached him, running her fingers through the strands of his matted hair. "You've got quite a lot of practice to do if you want to make me happy. Now get to work. I want this floor spotless."
With a final word of command, she turned her back on him, leaving him to clean up the feces-covered mess around the toilet area. He knew that this was his life now - a life filled with humiliation and degradation at the hands of the woman he loved more than anything else in the world. As he scraped away at the dried feces with an old brush, he prayed for another chance to prove himself worthy, even though he knew it was a lost cause.
For Natalia, however, there was no room for regret or guilt. This was her life, her pleasure, and her choice. And as she looked out over her impressive collection of BDSM toys and equipment, she knew that she was truly the queen of her domain.
