It was early in the morning and Goddess Tempest awoke with a particularly foul taste in her mouth. She couldn't help but blame her unreliable toilet again; it always seemed to betray her when she needed it most. With a sigh, she climbed out of bed and made her way to the kitchen. As she poured herself a glass of orange juice, an idea began to form in her mind.
Why not combine breakfast with her toilet troubles? After all, her slave was awake already, and he was more than willing to please her every whim. She quickened her pace as she walked back to her bedroom, excitement brewing within her.
When she arrived, she found her slave kneeling at the foot of her bed, eyes trained on her. She smiled wickedly and addressed him. "Rise, my slave," she purred. "It seems we have a rather interesting morning ahead of us."
Her slave stood up, his erection already obvious through his pants. Goddess Tempest took her time, savoring the sight of his throbbing cock. "You see," she began, "I'm in the mood to take a slow, satisfying shit. Unfortunately, I also need to eat." She paused dramatically. "I think I've figured out the perfect solution."
Her slave trembled with anticipation as she continued. "I'm going to shit into your mouth," she explained, her voice barely above a whisper. "And you will swallow every single drop of my thick, meaty turds. That way, I can enjoy my shit while you have breakfast."
Her slave nodded eagerly, his eyes bright with lust. Goddess Tempest smirked before pushing him towards the toilet. "Now, let's get started," she commanded.
The process wasn't quick or easy; it took several tries for Goddess Tempest to find a comfortable position while balancing on top of the toilet bowl. But eventually, she managed it, and with one forceful push, she released a massive turd into her slave's waiting mouth.
He gagged slightly at the size of it, but didn't resist as she commanded him to swallow. And swallow he did—bit by bit, he worked the turd into his mouth until it disappeared. Goddess Tempest watched with a mix of fascination and satisfaction as his empty, dirty mouth testified to his obedience.
As the feeding progressed, her slave began to lose consciousness from the overwhelming sensation of being full of his mistress's excrement. But Goddess Tempest showed no mercy; she continued to force-feed him until every last trace of shit had disappeared into his stomach.
Finally, she pulled him away from the toilet and ordered him to stand. His eyes were glazed over, and he stumbled slightly as he obeyed. Goddess Tempest smiled triumphantly. With this morning's activities, her day had begun in the most satisfying way possible.
