As I walked through the door, my heart swelled with pride as I looked down at my dirty, sweaty sneakers. I could tell that my slave had been eagerly waiting for me all day—his eyes lit up at the sight of my filthy Converse shoes. With a devilish grin on my face, I contemplated how far I'd pushed him today. He had willingly submitted himself to become my foot slave, and now he would take it to the next level - becoming my human toilet.
"Take off my shoes," I commanded, watching as he knelt down before me with a shaky hand. His cheeks turned red from excitement or embarrassment, I couldn't tell which one. He gently took hold of my shoelaces and began untying them, revealing my big size 11 feet covered in socks that were just as soiled as my shoes. My slave looked up at me in anticipation, his eyes filled with desire and obedience.
"Lick the bottoms of my shoes," I instructed him, enjoying the reverence he showed towards me. He leaned forward, his nose almost touching the leather, and began to lick away at the grime and dirt that had accumulated throughout the day. I watched him intently, taking pleasure in the way he worshipped my feet so devotedly.
Satisfied with his performance so far, I decided to take things further. "Take off my socks," I ordered, already knowing the sensation of his tongue on my sweaty skin would drive him wild. He didn't hesitate this time, quickly removing my socks and bringing them to his nose to inhale deeply. I could tell by the way he quivered that he found my scent as intoxicating as ever.
My foot slave's devotion was obvious—he loved every bit of the smell and taste of my feet. But I wanted to test just how far he would go for me. "Would you do anything for me and my feet?" I asked him softly, my voice laced with curiosity and malice.
"Hmm hmm," he murmured, his eyes fixed on my feet. But his words didn't convince me enough. The look on his face told another story—he was enjoying every second of this but hesitant when it came to taking things beyond his comfort zone.
I knew action spoke louder than words, so I decided to push him further. "Prove it," I challenged, my voice hardening. "I want you to appreciate the smell of my ass as much as you like my feet scent."
My slave took a shaky breath, nodding his head in agreement. I could see that he was scared but eager at the same time. I stood up and turned around, feeling my heart race as he inhaled deeply when I lowered my panties to reveal my bare buttocks. He leaned closer, taking in the scent of my ass with closed eyes and parted lips.
I pulled away, leaving him hanging on the edge of anticipation. "Worship every inch of me," I whispered darkly, enjoying the power trip that came with toying with someone's emotions like this. I watched as he slowly pulled away, a conflicted look on his face.
Then it hit me—I had an idea. A big surprise for my loyal foot slave. "Open your mouth wide," I said, my voice commanding yet seductive. He obeyed without questioning, eyes wide with trepidation.
A thick log of shit came out from my asshole, followed by some softer droppings that fell directly into his mouth. His eyes bulged in surprise, but he didn't resist. Instead, he swallowed reflexively, his face turning green as he tried not to throw up. It was magnificent how far I'd come with him—from being his master to making him do things he never thought possible.
I laughed softly, enjoying the taste of my meal in my mouth while watching him struggle. "That's right," I said, my voice cold and calculative. "This is the price you have to pay for worshipping my feet." Then, in one swift move, I placed my ass directly over his face. "You will be my human toilet from now on," I told him matter-of-of-factly. "Every time I feel the need to shit, you'll be there to catch it."
I walked away, leaving my slave there in a state of shock. But I knew he'd be back; he was too hooked on my feet to resist me completely. For now, I reveled in my power over him, knowing that I could push him further than any other person would dare try. Foot slave? Check. Human toilet? Check. My slave was nothing but an obedient pawn in my twisted games of desire and dominance.
