In a luxurious bathroom, Katherine reclined on her golden throne, her perfect body glistening with sweat as she awaited her toilet slave's arrival. Moments later, the door opened, and there stood the pathetic creature, kneeling before her with a look of complete submission on his face.
"Untie me," he pleaded.
Without so much as a glance in his direction, Katherine shifted her weight slightly, allowing a thick, sloppy turd to slide slowly out of her tight ass. It landed with a wet plop on the floor, splattering her slave's face with an abundance of viscous slime.
"Don't you dare touch it," she warned, her voice ice-cold. "It's not for you. Worship it."
The slave looked up at his mistress, tears welling in his eyes, before lowering his gaze once more to the piece of shit before him. He inched closer, his nose barely an inch away from the round, supple mass. The sweet scent of human feces filled his nostrils, causing his cock to twitch with a mix of disgust and arousal.
"Please, Goddess," he whimpered, his voice hoarse from begging. He reached out tentatively, his trembling fingers brushing against the soft, warm turd. A look of pure bliss crossed his face as he felt its warmth and texture under his fingertips.
"That's it, slave," Katherine purred, her voice both mocking and taunting. She watched with pleasure as he began to worship her turd, kissing and licking it like it was the most precious thing in the world. His pathetic pleas for her to stop only made her more excited.
"You're an animal," she spat, her nostrils flaring. "A pathetic, disgusting animal who deserves to eat my shit."
And with that, she lowered her barely covered ass down onto his face, pushing his mouth open with her hand. He gagged, his eyes watering, but he couldn't fight the overwhelming urge to please his mistress. Hot, juicy shit bombs rained down on his tongue and throat, coating his mouth in a thick, salty film.
"Swallow every last bite, slave," Katherine commanded, her voice low and menacing.
Strains of filth dripped from his lips as he struggled to breathe, but he never let a single morsel of her shit escape his mouth. He swallowed and gagged, his stomach churning with disgust and arousal, until the last bit was gone.
Katherine sat back on her throne, contemplating her next move. She watched as her slave struggled to catch his breath, the aftertaste of her shit still lingering on his tongue. She smirked, knowing that this was just the beginning.
"Get ready, slave," she said, her voice dripping with venom. "Because from now on, you'll be living for my shit."
