The session was about to begin, and I, Nemezis Queen, couldn't help but savor the excitement. My loser, bound and gagged on the floor, awaited his humiliation with eager anticipation. As I sat down on the lavish throne that dominated the room, a sinister smile spread across my face.
"The loser again came to the session hungry," I mused aloud, admiring the pathetic figure before me. His desperation was intoxicating, and there was something undeniably aroused about seeing him like this. The fragrance of his fear and humiliation wafted through the air as he slowly registered my words, his eyes pleading for mercy.
"I will do anything to get your shit," he whimpered through the gag in his mouth. It was music to my ears, and I relished every syllable. "And I love your mouth," he continued, acknowledging our twisted connection. "It's like a toilet and garbage can all rolled into one."
I couldn't agree more. His tongue was well-versed in the art of disgust, and there was no denying his loyalty to me, his queen. He had even overcome any semblance of a gag reflex, proving himself more than capable of swallowing my every offering. The sight of him on all fours, head down, and eagerly awaiting my calloused ass to descend upon his forehead filled me with a sense of power and control that was intoxicating.
"That's right, you moron," I taunted him, leaning forward dangerously close to his face. "Your mouth is my dumpster, and anything I choose to put in there belongs in your mouth." Beneath the table, I let out a wicked laugh as I casually tossed the remnants of my dinner from yesterday onto the floor next to him.
His eyes lit up like a child at Christmas as he saw the offering. He knew exactly what it meant, and he couldn't wait to be first in line for the privilege. With an eager flush in his eyes, he reached out and began to scoop up the morsels one by one, his tongue darting out to catch the tiniest of pieces. And all the while, my ass swayed tantalizingly above him, daring him to try and make his escape.
But escape was far from his mind as the scent of my shit filled his nostrils and ignited a fire within him. His cheeks swelled with each bite, and soon, I could see that something didn't quite fit. His eyes met mine in a desperate plea for understanding, but all I could offer him was the toilet brush I held in my hand.
"Oh yes," I purred, circling his mouth with the bristles of the brush. "That's a good thing, because in a moment, my dinner from yesterday will land in your mouth, and you're going to have to make space for it." I chuckled darkly as he opened his mouth farther, showing me just how desperate he was for another taste of my feces.
And then, like a queen bestowing her blessings, I leaned forward and slowly lowered myself onto him. The sensation of my ass engulfing his face filled me with a sense of primitive satisfaction, and I closed my eyes, savoring the moment. My shit poured out of me in a hot, stinking cascade, and he drank it up like it was the sweetest nectar he'd ever tasted. As he lapped up the last of it, his tongue scraping eagerly at the remnants, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride.
"I love to use you, my toilet slut," I whispered into his ear before pulling the gag from his mouth. "Now, clean yourself up and get ready for round two. Because as long as you're here, you're going to keep eating my shit."
