As the sun shone brightly through the leaves of the trees, Emily felt alive with excitement. The auburn-haired beauty was used to spending time outdoors; she lived close to a dense forest where she loved to walk and admire nature. Today's walk was particularly enjoyable because she had a companion - her loyal toilet slave. He had been at her beck and call for the past few days, following her around like a lost puppy, his eyes filled with devotion.
Emily was grateful for his presence, especially on this day when her guts were screaming for relief. They were still far from home, and Emily didn't want to delay the urge any longer. She turned to her slave with a mischievous grin, knowing he would understand what she wanted.
"Lie down on the ground, slave," she commanded, her eyes gleaming.
Without hesitation, the man knelt down and spread his legs wide apart, creating a perfect position for his mistress. Emily felt a rush of power wash over her as she saw her full control over this pathetic creature. She moved closer, feeling the warmth of his breath on her skin.
"Open your mouth as wide as you can, slave," she ordered, her voice a low, seductive whisper.
The man obeyed without question, stretching his mouth wide open in anticipation of his mistress's commands. Emily stood in front of him, savoring the moment as she reached down to stroke her own asshole. She grinned wickedly as she felt the urge to relieve herself growing stronger by the second.
Slowly, she lowered herself onto his face, feeling his warm breath caressing her skin. His mouth was open wide enough for her asshole to fit comfortably inside, and she took full advantage of his oral skills. She started pushing, feeling the soft flesh of his lips massaging her sphincter as she began to shit on him.
The sensation was electrifying, and Emily couldn't help but moan in pleasure. She leaned forward, bracing herself against a nearby tree as she pushed harder, feeling her shit oozing past his lips and filling his mouth. His tongue flicked against her skin, tasting the warm, sticky content that was pouring down his throat.
Emily couldn't hold back any longer. The urge to shit was overwhelming, and she gave in to it completely. She looked down at him, watching as he struggled to swallow each mouthful of her hot, steaming shit. It felt good knowing that she was so close to nature yet still able to indulge in her darkest desires.
As the process grew increasingly messy, Emily pulled away, her asshole still dripping with shit. She stood over him, feeling invincible as she watched him swallow the last remnants of her shit. She knew he would be waiting patiently for her next command, no matter how depraved or perverted it might be.
With a final smirk, Emily walked away, leaving her toilet slave lying on the ground, his face covered in her feces. The forest had never been so alive with pleasure and depravity before.
