Miss Lith Domina, a striking woman with an air of dominance, settled herself comfortably on the porcelain throne, lighting up a cigarette and taking a sip of her piping hot tea. She exhaled a contented sigh, feeling the warmth spread through her body as she prepared for the day's activities. Today was the day she would test out her latest human toilet.
She moved closer to the man kneeling before her, his head bent low, his eyes fixed on the floor. His heart pounded as he waited for his mistress's command. She leaned forward, extending the cigarette towards him, and said, "Have a taste. It'll help you relax." He hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth and taking a small drag off the cigarette. The harsh smoke filled his lungs, causing him to cough violently.
Miss Lith watched him intently, amused by his discomfort. "Remember," she warned, "you're here to please me. Now, let's see how well you can take what I'm about to give you." With that, she slowly lowered herself onto the toilet seat, positioning herself over his face.
The first load was heavier than expected, making it difficult for him not to gag as it hit his nose and lips. But he forced himself not to move, determined to please his mistress. As the second and third loads came down, he struggled more, his body reflexively pushing against the inevitability of it all. But Miss Lith maintained her composure, coolly smoking her cigarette as she watched him squirm.
His face was now covered in a thick layer of shit, his once crisp white shirt drenched in both piss and shit. Reaching out with her free hand, Miss Lith dribbled a few drops of piss onto his tongue. "Swallow," she commanded. And he did, his throat working overtime to accommodate the harsh liquid.
Finally, satisfied with his performance, Miss Lith removed her hand from his mouth. "Now," she said, her tone softening slightly, "lick my ass clean." The man immediately began, his tongue working feverishly against her shit-smeared buttocks. He could hear her sigh with approval as he worked, his urge to please her driving him onwards.
After a few long moments, Miss Lith sighed again, this time in satisfaction. "Good boy..." she said, patting him gently on the head. "You've earned your place." She stood up, stepping away from the toilet, leaving the man kneeling there, covered in filth and humiliation, but feeling a strange sense of accomplishment.
