As SSBBW Queen Siya gazed upon her gigantic and luminous throne, she couldn't help but feel powerful and irresistible. It was time for her loyal toilet slave to arrive, crawl up to her feet, and worship her divine glory from close proximity.
The slave entered the room, his eyes fixed upon the massive object in front of him - his mistress' glorious behind. He bowed down before her, nervously licking his lips as he imagined what was about to come. He climbed up the steps towards her, his every movement calculating not to displease his queen.
"Get to work," Queen Siya commanded in a soft, almost seductive tone. She loved seeing her toilet squirm under the pressure of her expectations. The slave quickly got on his knees, leaning forward to take a deep whiff of his mistress' anal aroma. He gagged slightly at the intense smell, but forced himself to take another deep breath.
"Open your mouth," Queen Siya said, her voice carrying a hint of amusement at her toilet's predicament. The slave hesitated for a moment before parting his lips obediently. He felt a warm, viscous substance oozing down his spine as he anticipated what was about to come.
With a flick of her wrist, Queen Siya signaled for the slave's suffering to begin. A chunk of her soft, velvet-like turd came flying out of her anus, landing squarely in the slave's open mouth. He winced as it brushed against the back of his throat, but forced himself to swallow quickly.
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The slave's stomach churned with disgust and anticipation as he waited for another morsel of his mistress' feces. Another load gushed out, this time smaller but just as malodorous. He struggled to keep up with the pace, his nose plugged against the overwhelming stench.
"Faster!" Queen Siya taunted, watching her toilet's struggles with amusement. She knew how much he loathed being her human garbage disposal, but also how much it turned him on. She could feel his arousal growing beneath her, mixing with his own bodily fluids.
The sensation made Queen Siya smile devilishly. She loved the power she held over him, the ability to reduce him to such a state of degradation. Her thighs shook slightly with each passing moment, forcing the slave closer to the brink of vomiting or climaxing.
As the slave struggled to contain his own juices, Queen Siya eased her pace slightly. She watched him pant and quiver, hoping he could recover enough before she pushed him over the edge. But she knew this would only make him more loyal, more eager to please his mistress in any way she desired.
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The slave could feel his body reaching its limits. His mistress' feces was coating his tongue and teeth, filling his stomach to the point of bursting. But he couldn't stop. He needed to prove himself worthy of his mistress' affection, even at the cost of his own sanity.
Just as he thought he couldn't take anymore, Queen Siya signaled for the final load. The slave braced himself, trying to steel himself against the onslaught of filth that was about to assault him. But even his training couldn't prepare him for the sheer volume of his mistress' waste.
It came gushing out, filling the air with its putrid stench. The slave closed his eyes, willing himself not to faint or puke. He could feel his mistress' warmth enveloping him, filling him with her power and dominance. And as the last turd slid down his throat, he opened his eyes in a mix of relief and determination.
"Well done," Queen Siya said softly, her voice trembling with emotion. The slave felt a wave of pride wash over him at his mistress' praise. He nodded humbly, gazing up at her with adoration in his eyes. He knew that from now on, he would do anything to impress her, to earn her love and respect.
And as the slave crawled backwards, satisfied yet already hungry for more, Queen Siya couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. She enjoyed her toilet's loyalty and dedication, but deep down she knew that he was only human - that even he had his limits. She sighed softly, nestling into her throne contentedly. For now, she would savor the memories of their intimate encounter, mentally preparing herself for the next time she would call upon her faithful servant.
