As a beautiful and vibrant Chinese goddess, I was used to being treated like royalty. But today, an unprecedented urge had come over me - an insatiable desire to empty my bowels. And so, I summoned my humble toilet slave who trembled in fear at the mere sight of his voluptuous mistress's bare behind.
With a wicked grin, I positioned myself over the perfectly clean throne and let loose a stream of diarrhea so powerful that I could feel the hot, liquid shit seeping down the crack of my ass. The overwhelming feeling of relief washed over me as I moaned, my breasts heaving with each forceful push.
The slave, unable to contain himself any longer, began to desperately rub one out at the sight of his goddess in such a state of depravity. I glanced over my shoulder, a mischievous sparkle in my eye as I caught him in the act and decided to give him a little shock.
"Open your mouth," I commanded, "and taste my exquisite shit." His eyes went wide with terror, but he couldn't disobey his lustful mistress. Slowly, he opened his lips, trembling as I gazed down at him, my body shaking with the sheer force of my bowel movements.
With one final push, I unleashed a torrent of hot, liquid diarrhea straight into his awaiting mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head as the thick sludge coated his taste buds and he groaned, unable to contain the mix of pleasure and filth coursing through his veins.
I continued to empty my bowels, each shove sending another wave of warm shit cascading over his trembling form. My legs were quaking now, but I refused to stop until every last drop of my toxic waste had been expelled.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I collapsed onto the throne, completely spent. I looked down at my toilet slave, whose body was now completely covered in a mountain of black shit. There was a look of pure disgust on his face, but there was also something else - a twisted kind of arousal that told me I had successfully corrupted him.
"Clean me up," I whispered, my voice soft and seductive despite the filth that surrounded us. With quivering hands, he slowly lowered his mouth to my anus, kissing the rim before tentatively licking away the last traces of my excrement. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his tongue on my most intimate parts as he worshipped me in this most debauched of ways.
As he worked, I leaned back against the cold tile, content in the knowledge that I had reduced my once-humble servant to nothing more than a toilet-cleaning scat slave. A small, wicked smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I realized that despite the filth and degradation, this was the most powerful and satisfied I had ever felt.
