Michelle stood above her toilet slave, watching him eagerly await her next command. She had ordered him into a position where he lied flat on the ground, his face pointed up towards her, and the gag still firmly in his mouth. His eyes showed a mixture of fear and anticipation as she approached him.
"Now, my pathetic toilet slave," she purred, lifting her dress to reveal her bare ass. "Time for your second helping of the day."
As she hovered above him, she couldn't help but notice the way he tried to squirm away from the coming torment. But, of course, he was restrained, unable to do anything but lay there like the piece of shit he was. It was the perfect position for what she had in mind.
Slowly, she lowered her ass down onto his face, feeling the softness of his skin against her cheeks. The scent of his fear mixed with the faint scent of his own cum from earlier only added to her pleasure. As she began to release her feces, she could see the way his eyes widened in shock, but she also saw the tiny bit of pleasure that flickered across his face. It was the same pleasure he always felt when she dominated him like this.
"Swallow, you disgusting little toilet slave," she hissed into his ear, her hot breath tickling his skin. "Take it all in like the good boy you are."
He tried to shake his head, his gag muffling any protests, but she knew he would obey. She watched with a mix of satisfaction and amusement as he struggled to swallow her waste. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he desperately tried to keep up with the flow of shit being forced into his mouth. His eyes watered, and sometimes, she could even hear him gagging, but still, he didn't complain.
As she finished, she pulled away, allowing him a moment to catch his breath. She could see the mail gag stuck to his face, covered in her shit. His mouth was free, but she knew he wouldn't disobey her command not to speak. She took one last look at him before ordering him to his feet.
"Clean yourself up," she commanded, watching as he struggled to stand. "You have one more task for me tonight, and then you can go back to your pathetic life."
With that, she walked away, leaving him to wonder what she could possibly have in store for him next. He knew it wouldn't be pleasant, but he also knew that he would do it. After all, he was hers, and hers alone.
As he stood, he glanced down at the mess around him. He smelled like shit and felt like shit, but he couldn't deny the small sense of accomplishment he felt. He had pleased Mistress Michelle once again. It was a proud moment, even if it was also incredibly humiliating.
Slowly, he made his way to the shower, ready to wash the day's filth away and prepare for whatever she had planned for him next. He knew he was her toilet slave, and he would always be her toilet slave. It was all he deserved.
But even as he thought about the pain and humiliation he endured for her pleasure, he couldn't help but feel a pang of excitement deep in his gut. This was what he lived for. This was his purpose. And he wouldn't have it any other way.
