As the day came to an end, I felt like treating myself to some indulgence. I had been eyeing my new slave for quite some time, fantasizing about all the ways he could serve my darkest desires. Today, inspiration struck me, and I knew exactly what I wanted him to do: eat my shit.
The slave, a tall and muscular young man, bound and gagged on my floor, looked up at me with fearful eyes as he sensed his mistress's intent. I smirked down at him, admiring the way his chest heaved up and down as he tried to catch his breath under the ball gag. I adored seeing him trembling with anticipation, knowing that he was at my mercy and that there was nothing he could do to stop me.
Without any further hesitation, I unzipped my pants and pulled down my panties, revealing my bare ass to him. A warm, delightful smell wafted through the air as my asshole distended, ready to accept the next offering. The slave's gaze was glued to my backside as I approached him, and I could almost feel the hunger in his eyes.
Carefully, I positioned myself over his face, feeling the hot breath of the slave on my dripping wet pussy. I took a deep breath and released a massive turd onto his awaiting mouth. It was surprisingly huge, and I watched with satisfaction as the slave struggled to fit it all in his mouth. His cheeks hollowed out, and his eyes watered, but he never flinched or tried to pull away.
I allowed him to savor the taste of my shit for a moment before ordering him to swallow. With a loud gulp, he swallowed the shit sausage whole, leaving just a trail of slime on his lips. I couldn't help but groan in pleasure at the sight of it.
"That's a good slave," I purred, stroking his hair gently. "Now, it's time for you to show your appreciation."
I reached down between his legs and began stroking his cock, watching as his eyes rolled back in his head from the pleasure. He was so close to the edge, and I loved being the one to push him over. With a few more strokes, he erupted, shooting his cum in a high arc across the room.
As the slave collapse back onto the floor, catching his breath, I admired his work. It was messy, but he had done an excellent job. My pussy tingled with arousal at the thought of making him my personal toilet slave. It was the perfect arrangement – I would shit on him whenever I pleased, and he would eat it all up without complaint.
Finally, I knelt down beside him and unbuckled the gag from around his head. His thankful gaze met mine as he looked up at me gratefully. "I think I might just keep you around," I smirked down at him, running a finger along his cheek covered in my shit. "You seem to enjoy serving your queen quite a bit."
