MoniDomScat's Live session was as intriguing as ever. The premise of becoming a toilet slave, despite being secretly aroused, filled him with both anticipation and disgust. As he took his place under the toilet chair, his heart raced with trepidation and excitement. He felt MoniDomScat's presence hovering over him, her commanding aura radiating through the air.
"Now, open your mouth wide," she ordered. He did as he was told, feeling his mouth stretch open in obedience. He could sense MoniDomScat's gaze fixed on him, watching his every move.
"You're such a good toilet slave," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're going to make me proud today."
Despite the sarcasm, he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride welling up within him. It was an alien emotion, but it was there nonetheless. He waited nervously, his senses on high alert as he prepared himself for what was to come.
And then it did. A hot, stinking gust of air hit him square in the face, causing him to recoil. It was the pre-poop fart, signaling that the big event was about to happen. He braced himself, trying his best to prepare his body and mind for what was about to come crashing down on him.
Suddenly, he felt a warm, heavy pressure against his open mouth. It was the poop, ready to enter his mouth. He closed his eyes, steeling himself for the inevitable. He felt the poop inch closer to his lips, and then, suddenly, it was in his mouth.
He couldn't believe what he was doing, but he knew he had no choice. He was MoniDomScat's toilet slave, and she demanded obedience from him. He rolled the poop around in his mouth, savoring the disgusting taste and texture of it. He tried to swallow, but it was stuck in his throat, refusing to go down.
"Suck it up, slave," MoniDomScat commanded. He complied, sucking harder on the poop, trying to force it down his throat. He could feel it pushing against his gag reflex, threatening to make him vomit, but he held on, knowing that he had to be a good toilet slave for her.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he managed to swallow the last bit of poop. He sat back, exhausted but relieved. MoniDomScat loomed over him, her gaze boring into him. He felt her approval, and it sent shivers down his spine.
"Well done, slave," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You've earned your place as my toilet slave."
Despite his disgust and shame, he couldn't help but feel a little proud of himself. He was MoniDomScat's toilet slave, and he would do anything she asked of him.
