It was a sunny afternoon, and Mistress Infinity was feeling especially naughty. She had been saving up for this moment, ever since her human toilet had last visited her. The thought of his eager face, yearning to be filled with her waste, sent shivers down her spine.
She prepared herself in her luxurious bathroom, stripping naked and standing over the toilet bowl. With a sultry smile and a mischievous gleam in her eye, she began to relieve herself, releasing a steady stream of golden piss into the waiting bowl.
As she finished, she stepped out of the bathroom and into the sitting room, where her toilet was awaiting her. His eyes widened in excitement as he saw her, realizing what she had planned.
"Hello, my little human toilet," she purred, strutting towards him confidently. "Are you ready to be given the gift of my waste?"
He nodded eagerly, kneeling down in front of her. A shiver of anticipation ran through him as he felt her warm urine soaking into his clothes, reminding him of his purpose.
Slowly, she lowered her perfect bottom onto his waiting mouth, feeling his hot breath on her sensitive skin. He wzas anxiously waiting for what was coming next, his tongue darting out to taste her sweet nectar.
Satisfied with his eagerness, Mistress Infinity gave him his first treat - a glistening glob of her freshly-minted feces. It landed squarely on his tongue, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him. He savored the taste, relishing the bitter-sweet sensation as it filled his mouth.
As he finished swallowing, she leaned forward again, teasing him with what was to come next. This time, she dumped a mixed load of piss and shit directly into his waiting mouth, watching with satisfaction as he struggled to contain it all.
"So good, isn't it?" She taunted him, seeing the pleasure in his eyes despite the discomfort. "You fellas really do love our waste, don't you?"
With a sneer of triumph, she pulled his face closer and forcefully jammed a finger up his nose, filling his nostrils with the intoxicating scent of her shit. He let out a muffled scream of pleasure as she began to fill him again, this time from both ends.
She watched in amusement as he struggled to contain it all, feeling his stomach churn with each new load. Finally, when she decided he had had enough, she pulled her finger out of his nose and released him from her grip.
As he gasped for air, she stood over him, towering above him like a goddess. "Soon, my toilet," she purred, "You will learn to beg for more of my shit. But for now, you have served your purpose. Go home, and clean yourself for our next meeting."
With a wicked grin, she turned and left him there, kneeling in a puddle of her waste. He could hardly believe what had just happened - but he knew one thing for sure. He could not wait for their next encounter.
