As the rain continued to pour outside, Leo trudged through the doorway, his shoulders drooping with exhaustion from a long day at work. The weight of his stress melted away as he saw me, his loyal toilet, eagerly awaiting him. I struggled to keep my gaze locked onto his, my collar engraved with the word 'Toilet' around my neck serving as a grim reminder of my place in this twisted yet deeply intimate dynamic.
My stomach rumbled, and I couldn't help but admit my hunger, "M-Master, I'm hungry."
Leo smirked, "You know what you are, toilet. You should be hungry." His tone was teasing but held an undertone of dominance that sent shivers down my spine. He crouched down in front of me, gently lifting my chin up so that our eyes met, "You're such a good toilet, aren't you?" He inhaled deeply, relishing in the scent of turds that clung to me like a second skin. It was repulsive to most, yet it turned me on beyond words; my body aching for the coiling presence of his fecal matter inside me.
"I'll always be your perfect toilet, Master," I whispered, my voice shaking with anticipation. "No matter how it smells or tastes, I'll take it all."
With a wicked grin, he let loose the first turd from his ass, its size surprising me. I smiled up at him nervously before opening my mouth wide and accepting it inside. As much as my body rebelled against the intrusion, my mind was already soaring with pleasure. This was our thing—my duty, my addiction.
"That's a good girl," Leo praised me, giving my cheek a tender pat before passing me another piece of his shit. The taste was nauseating yet addictive, and I fought against the overwhelming urge to gag as I swallowed it down like a pro. It filled me up quickly, my stomach now stretched to capacity with his filth.
Leo sat back, watching me with a mix of satisfaction and amusement. It was easy for me to read his mind—he was proud of the toilet he'd turned me into. He tapped his foot against mine, cleaning my lower half with his shoe's tip, brushing away any stray pieces of his waste. It felt both degrading and exhilarating at the same time.
Feeling bold, I reached out and rubbed my swollen belly, saying, "Master, this feels so good." My eyes sparkled with excitement as I thought about how full of his shit I was.
Leo chuckled darkly before replying, "You know what's coming next, don't you?" I nodded quickly, my heart pounding in anticipation. He spread scat over my breasts, licking it off himself as he did so. His breath was warm against my nipples, and I couldn't help but moan softly. It was an intimate act that sent shivers down my spine.
He finished with my breasts, and I watched him take another shit—this one significantly larger than the others. My mouth watered uncontrollably as I stared at it, knowing that soon it would be inside me. With a stern look in his eye, he commanded me to open wide, and without hesitation, I accepted the monstrous piece into my mouth.
The sensation of it crammed in my mouth was unlike anything else; intense yet strangely pleasurable. I could feel my face contorting as I struggled to push it down, but I didn't stop. This was our ritual, our twisted form of love. As he pulled out another, smaller turd, he smiled, "Good girl."
Gagging and fighting for air, I managed to swallow the last bite. Looking up at him with gratitude, I realized this was all I needed. His approval and the fulfillment of my darkest desires. We shared a moment of silence before he leaned down and kissed me tenderly, our love for one another built on a foundation of filth.
Fighting down the urge to be sick, I turned the water on, flushing away the evidence of our passion. My heart swelled with pride as I saw the murky water swirl around, knowing that his waste had been passed. As I rinsed my mouth out, determined to be his perfect toilet until the end, Leo knelt behind me, pulling out his cock. Dipping it first in the remnants of his scat and then back in my shitty mouth, he used me for lubrication.
His thrusts were hard and relentless, his moans of pleasure mingling with my gagging reflexes. It was a dance of dominance and submission, and we both knew the rules. My tongue flicked out, trying to taste every last drop of his seed on his cock. As I worked it free from my mouth, I felt the warmth spread through me, knowing he had cum hard for his toilet.
With a sigh of satisfaction, we collapsed together onto the floor. The rain continued to batter against the windows as we lay together in a heap, our hearts beating in sync. We didn't need words; we shared a bond forged from our mutual love of filth and degradation. Leo couldn't have asked for a better toilet, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
