Lady Luck seemed to be shining on the miserable toilet slave today. His worries about being neglected or starved by his captors had been allayed when the first mistress relieved herself onto his face, allowing him to taste her excrement-laced pudendal juices.
He could barely believe his luck when the second mistress followed suit, landing a hefty load of raw, steaming feces directly onto his eagerly awaiting mouth. As he greedily chewed and swallowed every last bit of her divine excrement, the beginnings of a smile began to form on his lips.
But it was the intervention of the third and final mistress that truly blew him away. She emerged from the shadows, her mighty turd-loaded ass trembling with anticipation. With an authority that could only belong to someone used to being in complete control, she mounted him, her meat-filled anus hovering tantalizingly close to his face.
He watched in awe as she pushed out what seemed like an endless stream of thick, gooey brown chocolate. This time, however, there was no stopping him. His mouth watered uncontrollably as he eagerly lapped up every delicious drop, savoring the sweetly rich flavor that danced on his tongue.
As the last bit of chocolate oozed out of her rectum and into his waiting mouth, he knew he had crossed a line he never thought possible. But despite the indelicacy of his situation, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the nourishment and sustenance these beautiful women had provided him. They had taken him from the brink of starvation and made him feel alive again, even if it meant dining on their feces.
With a final burst of passion, the third mistress shoved the remaining chocolate into his open maw, taking care to ensure not a single morsel went to waste. As she pulled away, he could see the satisfaction on her face, knowing that she had fulfilled her duties as a ruthless toilet mistress to the letter.
And so, for the first time in what felt like forever, the human toilet felt content. His belly was full, and his spirit had been revitalized by the attention of his newfound mistresses. They may have treated him like dirt—quite literally—but right now, he wouldn't have it any other way.
