Aya arrived home from a tiring day at work, feeling rather bloated and nauseous. She kicked off her heels at the door and rushed to the bathroom. As soon as she stepped in, she saw him – her toilet slave, kneeling obediently by the toilet bowl.
She smiled wickedly, her heart racing with excitement. The smell of excrement filled the air as she unzipped her dress slowly, letting it fall to the floor. She stepped out of her ruined panties, revealing her sleek legs and pert bottom. She couldn't help but admire her power over him – the sight of her naked body reduced him to a groveling mess.
Aya positioned herself over the slave's open mouth, her pussy inches from his hungry lips. She groaned softly as she felt the warmth and wetness surrounding her asshole. With a slippery pop, she slid down onto his face, burying his nose deep in the stink of her filth.
"Ahhh... that's better," she sighed blissfully.
The toilet slave's tongue danced around her anus, eager to clean up every last drop of her waste. Aya hummed in approval, running her fingers through his greasy, matted hair. Suddenly, she gasped in horror – he had missed a spot!
She pulled her bottom away from his face, revealing a small patch of shit clinging to her skin. With a menacing glare, she forced him to open his mouth wide. Clutching his chin, she thrust the offending piece of feces into his gaping maw.
"Swallow," she commanded hoarsely.
The toilet slave closed his eyes and swallowed convulsively, trying not to gag on the disgusting lump in his throat. But Aya wasn't finished yet. She leaned down, her breath hot against his ear.
"Now," she growled seductively, "you're going to make sure you don't miss anymore, aren't you?"
She shifted her weight onto her palms, arching her back luxuriously as the toilet slave used his tongue to scrape the remnants of her shit from her skin. Aya moaned in pleasure, her eyes rolling back in her head. The smell of excrement was intoxicating, driving her to new heights of ecstasy.
As he finished the grim task, Aya pushed him away, her belly now completely empty. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment – she would have to find another outlet for her toilet fantasies soon. But for now, she leaned against the cold tiled wall, panting heavily, basking in the afterglow of her filthy encounter.
