As I woke up early in the morning, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation running through my veins. My routine was about to begin, and today, I had a special treat in store for my newest slave.
I rolled out of bed and made my way towards the bathroom, taking my sweet time as I knew my slave would be waiting eagerly for me. As soon as I sat down on the toilet, I heard a soft knock on our front door. Excitedly, I called out for him to enter and prepared for what was about to unfold.
Moments later, the door opened, and a young man walked in tentatively, his eyes locked on mine. He was nervous but also excited, and I could tell he was ready and willing to do anything I asked of him. Without hesitation, I stood up and walked towards him, my gaze stern yet alluring.
"On your knees," I commanded in a deep, authoritative voice. The slave didn't flinch; instead, he knelt down before me, his head bowed in submission. I felt a rush of power surge through my veins as I saw him in this position.
"Today is going to be special," I told him, my voice softer now. "Not only are you going to serve me by eating my shit, but I'm going to feed you until you can take no more." I smiled wickedly, and he couldn't help but shudder at my words.
I moved behind him and bound his hands securely above his head, before tying his balls tightly so he couldn't move much. "Now, lie down," I instructed, pointing towards the toilet seat. The slave complied without any resistance, lying down on the cold ceramic surface.
As I straddled him, my heart racing with anticipation, I looked down at his eager face and smiled. "You're going to love this," I whispered, my breath hot against his ear. And with that, I released a hefty deposit of shit directly onto his open mouth.
The slave gagged slightly as the putrid taste invaded his senses, but he didn't protest. Instead, he swallowed obediently, taking in as much of my filth as he could. I watched in fascination as he struggled to accommodate my disgusting offering, his cheeks bulging with each bite.
I continued to feed him, taking pleasure in the way he groveled at my feet. His submission turned me on immensely, and I lost myself in the moment, pushing him further and further until he couldn't take anymore.
When I finally pulled away, the slave's face was smeared with my excrement, his lips and tongue tinged with the foul taste. He looked up at me, eyes full of wonder and gratitude, and I noticed drops of saliva trickling down his chin.
I grinned wickedly as I wiped my ass clean on his face, rubbing it in until every inch was coated with my shit. "Clean me up now," I commanded, watching him eagerly lick away at the mess.
As he cleaned me meticulously, I knew that this was just the beginning of our twisted relationship. And with each passing day, I would push him further and further, allowing him to taste only the filthiest parts of me.
In that moment, I realized that I had found the perfect slave – someone who not only could handle my depravity but also welcomed it with open arms. And as I sat down on the toilet once more, I couldn't help but feel a sense of power wash over me, knowing that my new slave was ready and waiting to devour any morsel of shit that fell from my ass.
