I was on vacation in Rome, enjoying the sights and sounds of this ancient city. However, my mood was anything but upbeat. You see, I had a slave who was meant to accompany me on this trip, but at the last minute, he backed out, claiming he couldn't make it. I was frustrated and annoyed, to say the least.
After spending the day touring the Colosseum and the Pantheon, I returned to my hotel room feeling drained. As I sat down on the toilet, I knew exactly what I needed to do. I lit up a cigarette, took a deep drag, and began to think about my slave.
My mind wandered back to our BDSM sessions, where he had served me so devotedly. He was skilled, attentive, and always willing to go above and beyond for his mistress. Suddenly, an idea struck me. I realized that if my slave couldn't come to me, then I would bring my shit to him.
Without thinking twice, I reached into my ass and began to defecate into a glass jar. The warmth of my shit as it filled the jar was strangely satisfying. As I continued to add layer after layer of my excrement, I found myself growing more aroused by the act.
Finally, when the jar was completely full, I picked it up and placed it on the table beside me. I leaned over, grabbed a spoon, and began to dig into the pile of shit, scooping out heaping spoonfuls and bringing them to my mouth.
The taste of my own feces on my tongue was repulsive at first, but as I continued to consume it, something shifted inside me. A mixture of shame and excitement coursed through my veins. I realized that this was what my slave was missing out on: the feeling of complete submission and vulnerability that came with consuming another's waste.
I continued to eat my own shit for several minutes, reveling in the taboo pleasure of it all. And then, suddenly, I had an idea. I picked up my phone and sent a message to my slave: "I still have some of your favorite meal in here. Come and get it."
With a grin spreading across my face, I waited for his response, ready to bring him to his knees once more.
